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hi, can you do a one-shot for klaus, where he has a crush on y/n, and they have a one-night stand, and Klaus is sad because he thinks he won't see her again, but then he gets the news that y/n n is pregnant with his daughter (reader gets pregnant, no hayley, y/n is Hope's biological mother) and klaus takes the news well, because it's someone he loves and takes the pregnancy as an opportunity to make t /n love him.

Making her love me

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x fem! reader Word count: 7,4k (way too long, sorry not sorry) Warning(s): smut mention, panic attack (a little), swearing, and typical TVD violence. Nonsense from me: I'm so excited to post it since it's my first request/ask or whatever I should call it. I hope it's basically what you asked for, Gallus Anonymous! <3

Klaus Mikaelson loved Y/N Y/S.

The original hybrid was hopelessly in love with her since the first time he met her on his family's ball. He will always remember that day.

She looked like an angel. Well, maybe more like a devil (judging by the fact that part of her hair was arranged in two small buns imitating horns), but still, she was the most beautiful girl at the party (and maybe in the whole world).

When he saw her, dancing in her black-golden dress with one of Salvatore's brothers, he knew that this girl would be his at the end of the day. Even if he has to fight with these bloody, young vampires.

Unfortunately, Y/N didn't have the same feeling when she first saw him. As a proud member of a Mystic Falls group (who returned to the town after a school exchange), she was obligated to hate the Mikaelsons.

But she must admit to herself that the man with the British accent was incredibly hot.

Damon, noticing Klaus's sudden interest in his friend, decided to use this to his advantage and pushed Y/N into the arms of their nemesis. Klaus was delighted. Y/N disgusted.

The original hybrid stuck to her for the rest of the evening, forgetting all about Caroline. Y/N has since become Klaus Mikaelson's official distraction. And she wasn't happy about it at all.

Her friends would use the Siphon Witch whenever they needed to keep Klaus occupied or to ease his bloodlust after doing something stupid (like stealing white oak stakes right under his nose and 12 obedient hybrids. Great plan, Damon!).

Y/N would have to wisely bump into Mikaelson and spend some time with him until the Mystic Falls heroes fix the shit they made. At least the girl was much less stressed compared to her friends, and sometimes she really enjoyed the company of the hybrid.

Once, a man took her to a cafe-studio where little-known Mystic Falls artists would gather. She returned to the Salvator Brothers' estate in navy blue paint, with little constellations painted by Klaus on her face, arms, and neck. Damon barely refrained from making a sarcastic remark.

Fortunately, Stefan saved him from her very likely wrath, because every time someone makes jokes about Y/N's relationship with Klaus, she gets mad and loses control over her magic power. Once, Bonnie had to repair Stefan's motorcycle. The vampire learned his lesson then and tried not to annoy her again. Sometimes, though, he seriously considered letting his older brother cross the line. He wondered if Damon would cry over a damaged car.

With time passing, Klaus had only a stronger crush on her. Everyone knows that. Expect Y/N herself.

At best, she thought the hybrid regarded her as some sort of friend or a distraction between his villainous grand schemes. There could be no feelings between them. Not when she already had a very loving boyfriend whom the original hybrid found out about at a 1920s school party.

She bewitched him completely then. And he was ready to tell her the truth about his real feelings for her and try to make her his, but then he saw this other guy holding her like he wanted to hold her the first time he met her. For Klaus, this man didn't deserve her attention; that human didn't realize how valuable a treasure he was holding in his hands right now. Klaus wanted to go away and let Y/N enjoy dancing with this lesser man. He really does. But when she turned and looked at him with these beautiful, delightful eyes, he couldn't just disappear without exchanging one last word with her.

After all, Klaus was a selfish man.

"You don't mind if I cut into you." Klaus' voice came from behind me, making me shiver.

"Yes. Actually, we do." My boyfriend snarled, recognizing the guy who was "hanging dangerously around me." He had no idea about the supernatural shite we were in and I had no idea how to tell him all of this (or just didn't want to).

Klaus just smiled unfazed, catching his gaze.

"Why don't you go somewhere far away and come back in 20 minutes? You can be useful and bring the beautiful lady something to drink." my boyfriend dutifully obeyed, leaving me with a smug hybrid. "Shall we, love?" he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, swaying to some slow, romantic song without waiting for my response.

"Why do you always have to prove you're the alpha male?"

"I don't have to prove anything, love, I'm the alpha male." he replied, offended. I rolled my eyes, sighing.

"You would've loved the 1920s, Y/N. Girls were reckless, sexy, and fun. They literally used to dance until they dropped." he turned me around, smiling slyly.

"Since they were so reckless and drunk, I suppose it was easier for you to find a lover then."

"You should be nicer to me. I'm leaving town tomorrow." I shifted my gaze to him, shocked by the information he had thrown at me. "I'd invite you to come with me, but we both know that you're not ready to accept my offer. Perhaps one day you'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer."

"How many girls fell for it? A magical tour of the world with an all-powerful original who plays with them like toys?"

"You mark my words. Small-town boy, small-town life won't be enough for you." he said, completely ignoring my previous words.

"And how do you know what's enough for me?"

"Because I know you, Y/N. Do you imagine marrying that stupid man with whom you were dancing later? Giving him children, living too short to make your real dreams come true?" I wanted to look away from him, but he gently grabbed my chin, forcing me to confront him and all my fears at the same time. "You want love, trust, passion, excitement, and even a little power, and unlike this fool, I can give you all of this and more. Just say a word."

"But for what price?" I asked, taking a big breath.

I realized we were much closer than was appropriate for a dance, but neither of us cared. His gaze was moving from my eyes to my mouth. I licked my chapped lips unconsciously, stuck in some incomprehensible anticipation. Only for what?

"Kaus. Y/N. I finally found you two. We have a problem. Klaus' mother is back." Stefan interrupted the moment between us.

I swear I could hear a little swear from the hybrid before he took my hand and led me towards Stefan, who was hurrying away.

After that, T/N didn't get a chance to meet Klaus again. Since they were on opposite camps in finding the cure, Y/N tried to avoid the hybrid at all costs. He just wanted to use her. Seduce her with his sweet words to make her do everything he wanted. She had no other explanation.

Klaus, on the other hand, tried to get her out of his head in every way he knew how. He couldn't keep up with adding new canvases for the portraits of his one-sided crush. His siblings were starting to worry about him.

Especially after he found out her boyfriend was going to propose to her. (Damon has never been prouder of being a gossip boy.) This overflowed the hybrid's cup of bitterness.

Kol and Elijah walked around their brother like they were on eggshells. Rebekah, on the other hand, has no such pity. It was her occasion to tease Klaus, like he was doing whenever she fell in love (at least Rebekah didn't want to kill Y/N like SOMEONE).

But nevertheless, she was the one to tell Klaus that Y/N rejected her boyfriend's proposal. The original never loved his sister more. He was happy that Y/N was now single, and he even thought that in the near future he may have a little chance with her since there were no other competitors for her heart.

But even in his wildest dreams, Klaus would not have dared to think that Y/N would knock on his door that same day and greedily bite into his lips as soon as he opened it. And not that she'd start ripping his clothes off and pushing him into his bedroom (which surprised him, given that she knew how to get there without his directions).

He never would have thought that one night would change his life forever.

~•♤♤♤•~

Y/N's POV

I sighed, rolling over to the other side of the bed as the first rays of sunlight somehow hit my eye. I always kept the windows closed. How come I didn't do it this time? Reluctantly, I opened one eyes to look at my treacherous bedroom window, only to found out that I wasn't in my room.

Also, not in my bed.

And not in any clothes.

AND DEFINITELY NOT ALONE.

As soon as I looked at the calm, sleeping, and clearly satisfied (judging by his disheveled hair) Klaus, memories of last night started flooding back to me.

Panicked, I looked around the room for my clothes, trying to ignore the sight of overturned furniture, a broken mirror, and even a dent in the wall. Unsuccessfully. My face has never been so close to the color of my blood.

Once I'd traced my things, I carefully got out of bed and dressed as quietly as I could, closing the vampire's bedroom door behind me. Now all I had to do was get out of the house full of originals unnoticed. Simple, right?

"Y/N, darling! What a pleasure to see you this morning. How do you feel?" Klaus' little brother jumped out of nowhere and threw one arm around my shoulders, making me come inside the house again.

"Hello Kol. Bye Kol." I tried to dodge him, but he sped up to stand in front of me.

"Wait a minute half-witch. You're going to leave my brother like this? After your… noisy night? He'll be devastated. Was he not up to the task? I could teach him a bit if that's a problem for you. You have my word that within a week you won't be able to stop…"

"Kol! For the bloody hell, stop this awkward conversation. I'm sorry for him, usually we keep him in a coffin." Rebekah cut him off and stood next to him, glaring at him furiously.

"Um… no problem, I guess. If you don't mind, I'm gonna go now."

With even redder cheeks, I ran out of the mansion and, at the speed of light, got into my car, driving far away from this town. I needed rest, and I knew only one person who would be willing to take me under their roof without any questions.

"Hi Katherine. Where are you right now?"

~•♤♤♤•~

"Are you sure it's just food poisoning? Won't you die here suddenly? Do you want my blood?" Katherine flooded me with questions as I returned to our table.

It's been 2 months since my "great escape," as Damon liked to call it, from Mystic Falls. At that time, I was traveling with Katherine around the United States, doing what I wanted to do most: seeing the world (starting with small things like staying in all states). After the brunette gave the cure to Elijah (while experiencing her epic love story with him, which ended with her heartbreak over Elena's meddling and Elijah's doubts), she decided to accompany me on my quest.

I had to arrange everything in my head. What I wanted out of life, who I wanted to be, and so on.

That was the main purpose of this trip.

In fact, I helped Katherine heal her broken heart and tried to avoid the topic of Klaus Mikaelson like the plague. With small or big successes depending on the day.

Sometimes Damon, Stefan, or Bonnie would mention how snappy he'd become after my sudden departure or that he was asking them about my whereabouts. The worst was his drunken voicemails he left. They ended after the first month, but they were the biggest test of my perseverance. I had to piece my twisted life together before adding my love problems with the world's (nearly) oldest living vampire to the puzzle.

At least that was the plan until those New Orleans bitches got me.

As soon as we left the bar, some girls accosted us and knocked us out with magic. I woke up in some cold, dank, musty crypt with Katherine by my side. At least I wasn't alone. We both had a better chance of defeating those witches. The new thing in those two months was my sudden ability to do magic without any source of energy. It looked like my abilities were starting to screw up too.

"Are you Y/N Y/S?" one of the witches approached us, staring at me warily.

"One and only. May I know who I am having the pleasure of?"

"Sophie Deveraux."

"Sophie. Some time ago, I knew a girl with this name. She got under my skin too. She is dead now. You can guess what happened to her."

"Yeah. It's definitely her. I couldn't imagine someone more of this psycho's type." she told her friends. The women grabbed us both and led us out of the makeshift cell to drag us to the main hall of the crypt.

"Allright. Can one of us tell why you are holding us here?"

"We need you, sugar, but your friend is just an accessory, so if you want both of you to get out of this somehow, you'll keep quiet." seeing that I had no intention of objecting, the unknown woman smiled victoriously. "Good girl."

I gave her a sweet smile before breaking her neck with a flick of my wrist. There was a sudden commotion around us. Katherine suffered a brain aneurysm after one of the witches raised her hand on her. The brunette screamed once before someone else appeared in the crypt, tearing out the heart of the witch who was attacking her.

Elijah.

Elijah came to save the day.

"I thought you wanted to talk, and both Katherine and Y/N were supposed to be unharmed." he said in his legal tone, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stepped between me and Kath. The woman was as pleased with the presence of the original as I was.

"She started." Sophie pointed at me. Elijah turned to look at me. I shrugged.

"You make me." I answered her with a malicious smile.

"Y/N." the man said warningly. This noble bastard won't tell me what to do.

"Elijah. Nice to see you. Maybe you can tell us why we've been locked in some fucking tomb? Is this some kind of revenge of yours, or did we get caught in the crossfire of Mikaelson's skirmishes purely by chance?"

"I would like to know that too. You wanted to be heard. Speak, before I change my mind." he turned to the witches without changing his defensive position.

I gave Katherine a brief, knowing glance. The woman reluctantly nodded at me. Great. We have personal cannon fodder if things get hotter.

"Marcel Gerard, ruler of the city, forbade the witches of my coven to use any magic. We want your help. Especially your brother's."

"Niklaus? You have to make him go to town first. And as far as I know, she's not in the mood for any outings right now."

"Even if he gets a message from her?"

"Your mother didn't teach you not to point at people?"I growled at her as she did it again. "Besides, I didn't text… You have my phone, don't you?" I asked, realizing it was their only way of contacting the hybrid. The woman tossed me my phone with a sly smirk.

"Read." I scowled but followed her instructions anyway, wondering what it was that would make him stick his nose out of Mystic Falls.

"I need you, Klaus. New Orleans. Witches cemetery. Please help me. Yeah. I can already tell you that he won't come. We're waiting here for no reason."

"And why is that?"

"This news reeks of a damsel in distress from a mile away. I would never write to him like that. I also doubt if he even cares what happens to…" I stopped when I heard someone's scream in the distance. A man mentioned earlier had burst in with blood on his hands and lips.

Well… mistakes happen.

"Great! Now that we're all here, we can start. We need your help." The woman began to explain the whole thing about Marcel and the witches. Everything was clear except for one thing.

"And where exactly is my role in this Machiavellian plan of yours?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And who said I would agree to it instead of just killing you all and taking Y/N out of here?"

"I can take myself and KATHERINE out, Klaus. I don't need your help."

"Oh, do you?" he took a few steps towards me to stand in front of me. I snorted, returning his dark gaze. There's no way I'll be afraid of him.

"That's how we get to the main topic." Sophie paused, catching our attention again. Klaus stood next to his brother, giving the witch his famous sinister look while he was waiting for her to continue. "You see, I have a special gift for knowing when a woman is pregnant."

"And how exactly is this fact important to us?"

"She's carrying Klaus' child."

I broke the sudden silence in the crypt with a very loud laugh.

"And you're insane or a very, very bad liar."

"I'm telling the truth! You're pregnant with his child." she tried desperately to convince us.

"Vampires can't procreate, ergo, I am not in any false pregnancy."

"Vampires can't. But werewolves can. And Klaus is both."

"That's ridiculous. Klaus, say something! She didn't tell the truth, did she?" I tried to find support from the speechless Klaus. By the way, I think it was the first time I saw him without words.

"Y/N, be quite for a second."

"What? Elijah, are you believing her?" the man responded with nothing, staring at me with a strange look.

Klaus walked over to me. He stopped a few steps in front of me, staring at my belly as if he was hypnotized.

"I can hear it." he whispered, looking at me in disbelief.

"Hear what?"

"The baby's heart."

"What? But... it's impossible." I suddenly felt my heart beating much faster, as I was unable to catch my breath properly.

"It is. Like being a hybrid or a witch without her own magic. And yet we're here. And we gonna have a baby."

"No. That's a lie. I... we... I need fresh air." I avoided the brothers standing in front of me and headed the way Klaus had come from earlier. Unfortunately, one of these witches blocked my way and grabbed my arm tightly.

"You're not going anywhere until we settle the details of our deal." right after she said that, I felt her hand being removed from me. I was pulled against someone's strong chest. The familiar smell of Klaus' perfume brought me a momentary sense of relief.

"Touch her again, and I'll make sure that's the last thing you gonna do before I take your miserable life away from you." Klaus growled, tightening his protective grip on me and scouring the present witches with a hostile glare.

"Calm down, both of you. Neither of you will have any use for her if she faints here. Klaus, take her outside. Elijah and I will take care of everything."

Klaus glanced at Elijah. His brother nodded, encouraging him to leave. The hybrid took my hand gently and led us out onto the streets of New Orleans. We stopped in a square. Klaus sat me down on a bench and knelt in front of me, carefully watching me take slow, deep breaths, trying to calm down.

When I was sure my magic wouldn't suddenly blow up the whole city, I opened my eyes tentatively to meet the vampire's concerned gaze. I swallowed, turning my eyes away from him. He was still kneeling in front of me with his hands on my lap.

"Are you better?"

"I think so." I glanced at him nervously, fiddling with the bracelets on my wrist to internally brace myself for asking the original thousand-year-old hybrid about something incredibly... stupid. "Can you... go to the one place with me?"

"Are you sure you want to go back there, love?" I shivered when I heard this familiar nickname. I missed this. Klaus misread my reaction as he shrugged off his leather jacket and covered me with it.

"Thanks. I don't want to go back there. I think, well, I need to be perfectly sure it's true that..." I stopped, unable to say the words aloud. It would have been too real then, and right now I couldn't accept even the slightest possibility.

"That we're going to be parents?"

"Yhm. Will you go with me to the gynecologist? I don't want to do this alone."

"Anything you want, love. I'll check the address." he sat next to me and started searching for the location of the nearest clinic on his phone.

As we sat together in silence, I began to wonder at the absurdity of this situation. And the improbable, rational behavior of the hybrid sitting next to me.

"Klaus?" I asked, yanking him off the phone for a moment.

"Yes?"

"You're not... you know. Crazy about this? Or something like that. I mean... I thought you gonna ask me if it's yours, of course if it even exist, but still. You're so... calm. Like not you."

"Would you rather me to run mad around town and deny our baby?" I chuckled, imagining his lunatic walk through the streets.

"No. To be honest, I would have expected something like that than this, but it's a nice surprise. It's enough that one of us is scared to death. Thank you for keeping a cold head."

"Don't get used to it, love. C'mon. I know where to go."

In less than five minutes, we got to the building and waited in line. There were many other people in the waiting room, but what caught my attention the most was a couple sitting in the corner. Husband and wife. The woman was probably in her third trimester (or had quadruplets. God, please let me have only one if there are any.) The man whispered something tenderly into her belly, and she smiled at him with just as much adoration. Involuntarily, I imagined Klaus and myself in this situation. I glanced at the tense vampire next to me. He was also staring at the couple.

"Y/N Y/S?"

"It's me."

"Are you going alone or do you have any company, dear?"

"My boyfriend is coming with me." I said, taking Klaus' hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an amused smirk on his lips. We started walking hand in hand behind the doctor. The vampire leaned toward me.

"Boyfirend, huh?" he whispered in my ear, clearly pleased with the situation.

"Don't get used to it, love." I repeated his earlier words, trying to imitate his tone of voice. The man chuckled, politely following the doctor with me.

I had to admit that it was funny to watch Klaus in such a... strange situation. His nervous, slightly stressed demeanor gave me courage as I lay there waiting for the ultrasound results. The cold gel tickled slightly, but I gritted my teeth, waiting for the final confirmation of my fate.

"There it is. That's your baby. Congratulations!"

Klaus put his hand on my shoulder and leaned gently toward the small screen. I stared at the tiny speck as if it were enchanted. It really was happening. I will be a mother.

"Do you want to hear your baby's heartbeat?"

"Could you give us first a second alone, doctor?" Klaus spoke as he saw me still staring blankly at the screen.

"Of course. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Oh, my God. It's real. We'll have a baby." I choked out after a few seconds of silence between us.

"You took that information really quickly, love."

I punched him lightly on the shoulder, finally turning my attention to the man standing next to me.

"Stop joking with me. Aren't you scared? I mean, a few hours ago we were on the other side of the country, living our lives, and now we're looking at some stain, which is our baby. Are you that calm, or am I being dramatic?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but I know we're going to figure it out. Maybe if it were someone other than you, I would be paranoid and mad, but it's you. With you by my side? Nothing can go wrong." I burst into tears at his emotional confession. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

"Come here, you idiot." I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled into him. "I hope Katherine got our things back."

"Yes. Speaking about her..." he said, moving away from me to look at my face.

"She is staying with me and you're not going to kill her." I said it in a tone that left no room for any objection. It's been 500 years; whatever conflict there was between them should be over by now.

"Absolutely not."

"Yes? So be prepared that if this little one is a girl, she'll be named after aunt Katherine, who couldn't be there for her mom because her dad is acting like he's on his period."

"You know you've been pregnant for a few hours, and you're already using it against me?" he asked resignedly. The grimace on his face was a clear sign of my victory.

"Get used to it. You're stuck with me for a while."

"I think I can work with that. Let's go home. I think uncle Elijah and Katherine will want to see the first photo of the newest member of the Mikaelson family."

~•♤♤♤•~

*Two months leter*

"Good morning, Y/N"

"Morning Elijah." I grunted from my book, never taking my eyes off the text I was reading.

"Have you eaten yet? Want me to make you pancakes?"

"Actually..." I didn't have time to answer, because an extremely happy hybrid came out of the kitchen with a large tray on which was my breakfast.

Elijah looked at his brother in disbelief as he sat comfortably next to me on the couch and began feeding me with a fork while I continued to read my book as if nothing had happened.

"Niklaus. Can you explain?" his brother was shifting his bewildered gaze between us.

"His werewolf hormones tell him to look after me. So when I told him I wasn't having breakfast today because I didn't want to stand in this heat by the stove, he made it his morning's main goal to make me a decent meal. At least Marcel and the witches will get some rest from him today."

"Werewolf hormones?" very amused Kol entered the living room, staring at the hybrid with a malicious smirk.

"Yes, brother. Werewolf hormones." Klaus' cool tone caught my attention away from the book.

"Of course... your werewolf hormones. So that's what they call it now. Just don't flood Y/N with this sudden tenderness, or the girl will get scared and run away from you again." before Klaus could make any move towards his younger brother, I grabbed his hand and moved him so that I could get more comfortable on his chest.

"He is weird." I commented as I took a grape from the bowl and popped it into Klaus' mouth, much to Elijah's astonishment.

"Weird? No. Just a little joker. I have to go now. I'll meet you later, Niklaus. Please, don't start without me."

"Do I want to know what he was talking about?" I asked, giving him a curious look.

"It depends. Will you get angry?"

"If it has to do with that teenage witch, Davina, that your adopted son treats like a daughter? Probably." his silence was an answer enough. I pulled away from him, eyeing him disapprovingly.

"Klaus."

"Yes, love?"

"Promise me you're not going to hurt her."

"And what does it matter? I'm not Elijah, how sure are you that I'll keep my word?" my angry look, however, fortunately made him give up. "Alright. She'll be fine." he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Thank you. On the way back, you can stop by the store and buy me more chocolate and ice cream."

"As you wish."

He got up from the couch, placed a quick kiss on my already-showing belly, and left the living room, passing Rebekah as she entered. His sister looked at me curiously.

"What?" I asked, fed up with her penetrating gaze.

"Nothing. You two seemd very... compatible with each other. I'm impressed."

"Well, he's the father of my baby. We have to get along. For the baby's sake, it's best if we're friends."

"Surely." she hummed, completely unconvinced.

"Rebekah. What do you mean?"

"I mean that "just friends" wouldn't act that way. My brother never treated anyone with such affection. He's doing everything he can to impress you. For a bloody hell, he even changed his plan to take over the city for you!"

"She is right." Katherine walked past her and threw herself on the couch next to me. "He does everything he can think of to make you fall in love with him. For example, that "almost date" at the best restaurant in New Orleans last week. Or the fact that you've been given unlimited access to his credit cards, safes, stashes of clothes, and God knows what else. Or that weekend out of town so you could relax. Do you think they seriously didn't have a second room with two beds in the hotel?"

"Nik used the one bed trope? He's even more desperate than I previously thought." Rebekah snorted as she poured herself a glass of whiskey.

"Even if what you say is true, which I doubt, I have no intention of changing anything. Klaus and I work well as friends, and for the sake of this child, we will continue to be them so."

"So you don't love him back?" Rebekah questioned, coming to me, so she could stay in front of me. Her evaluative look somehow made me feel guilty.

"It doesn't matter what I want or feel. The most important thing for me is my child and I will do everything to ensure at least a little normality for them. If Klaus and I tried to be together and it didn't work out... At least this child deserves reasonably normal parents."

"What if you were happy together and created a loving family? Wouldn't that be better for everyone?"

"It's not worth the risk, Bekah." I replied, getting up from the couch to escape the inconvenient conversation with the original vampire.

"Risk of what?"

Losing him.

I didn't answer as I left the room. I decided to hide in the library for the rest of the day and try to forget the doubts the blonde had stirred up in me.

But my wild imagination did not give up so easily. I began to consider a possible relationship with Klaus. Despite what I told the girls, I wasn't blind to Klaus'… flirtatious remarks and behavior. I saw every long, stolen glance at me, every quick look at my lips during any conversation, and most of all, the longing shining in his eyes that was so similar to mine and that I somehow managed to hide from him.

I wanted to spend my life with him. But I also knew that I'm not enough to keep him away from his scheming and fighting for power. For the good of this baby, I had to be content with being his formal one-night stand and friend at best. Even if my heart yearned for him every single day.

Thinking about my unattainable future, I didn't even notice when I got to the library. But I certainly saw two people kissing in the room.

Klaus and Camille. At least he cleared up all my doubts.

I was probably the only one who noticed how my heart shattered into a million pieces. At least until Klaus pulled away from her, confused, and spotted me in the doorway.

"Y/N." he whispered, terrified.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt… I'll leave you alone."

"No! Y/N, wait!" he shouted, trying to get to me, but before he got even a step closer, I used my magic to teleport myself to a New Orleans street.

I leaned against the building next to me as the first post-teleport symptoms started to hit me and my head started spinning a bit. I shouldn't have done it while being pregnant, but well… I couldn't stay in the same room with these two any longer.

Once I had recovered, I decided to order myself a hot chocolate and sit with it in the park to collect my thoughts. I had to come up with some clever, eloquent way out of this predicament. And most of all, refrain from crying.

Thinking about this situation, after all, everything happened as I wanted. Klaus had found someone else to adore, so I could stop worrying about the deterioration of my relationship with the Mikaelsons.

We would be friends.

Just as I wished.

The only problems were my stupid broken heart and festering feelings of jealousy.

I wiped a tear running down my cheek with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I shook my head, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Something that stupid couldn't get me off balance. I had to be strong. If not for myself, then at least for this little one.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pants pocket and glanced at the screen to see the photo of Klaus sleeping with me on the couch that I had set as his contact picture.

I remembered that night. It was one of the first month at the Mikaelson Mansion and also my favorite.

"Can't sleep?" Klaus stepped out of the shadows to stand in front of the fireplace, which flames I had been staring at earlier.

"Not even tried."

"May I?" he asked, pointing to the blanket that covered me. I nodded, opening the hem so he could slip into the space next to me. He put his arm around me, moving us into a more comfortable position. One of his hands automatically went to my slightly rounded belly. I sighed, resting my head against his shoulder, and returned to staring at the flames of the fire. "What's bothering you?"

"Remember when Tyler kidnapped me and…"

"Please tell me you're not going to lecture me again about how I shouldn't have attacked Elijah." he interrupted me with a groan of displeasure.

"I'm not, but your brother didn't deserve this. Even if he was talking some shit about you. You knew I would never believe it."

"You wouldn't?"

"Of course not. You always try to protect your family, not always in a good way, I have to admit, but still, I know you would never use your own child for your games. I trust you." he tightened his grip on me and cleared his throat.

"It's good to know you're at least on my side, love."

"Your siblings too. If you'd just let them in, maybe you'd see it too, but that's a topic for another time."

"I know better ways to spend my free time with you, love. One of them brought us to this situation." he smiled slyly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Very funny, but we have to talk about something serious."

"I'm sorry. What are you thinking about?"

"Have you ever thought about whether there is a chance for our child to be… a tribrid?"

"Tribrid?" he asked, confused, stopping to play with my hair.

"You know. You're half vampire, half werewolf; I'm a witch, siphon, but still… Can our baby inherit all of this from us?"

"They might as well only have the gene of a werewolf, a witch, a vampire, or a hybrid. I think all options are possible. Maybe in my mother's grimoire we can find the answer to that question. These books are as old as the world."

"You can include the birth of a miracle baby in your search. I hope we won't summon a demon into the world." I joked, turning slightly to look at his face again.

"I thought you already knew that the demon has been walking around this world for a long time, and you're cuddling with him on the couch. By the way, it's our search."

"Our? You seriously want to just give me access to your mother's precious books? The same ones that have so much knowledge inside them that you won't let any other witch see them whole, or even your siblings?" I was shocked. I would never in my life expect something like this from him, but on the other hand, he has done astonishing things many times before.

"You're different."

"Like how?"

"I trust you."

"You did?" I whispered after a few seconds of silence. Those words were more striking than three others of equal importance he might have said to me. Klaus doesn't trust people that easily, I think he falls in love with them more often…

"You wouldn't be the first to hear about all my plans if I didn't. Besides, you're the mother of my heir..."

"Keep treating your family like a fucking dynasty, and you'll have to buy me a crown and my own castle." I cut him off when I heard that horrible term for our baby.

"Why do you need a castle when you already have your throne, love?"

"You're impossible." I chuckled at this awful attempt at flirting.

"That's why you like me."

"Maybe." I yawned suddenly, unaware of how tired I was. I felt the hybrid's soft, warm lips against my hair before both the blanket cocoon and his grip tightened around me.

"Sleep. I'll stay with you and I will chase away your nightmares."

"How did you know?" I asked, feeling him gently brush away the strands of hair that had fallen over my eyes.

"I know you. Besides, I can hear everything through these thin walls. I would rather hear your screams for other reasons than nightmares."

"Deviant."

"Only yours." I heard as if through a haze before falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The next day, Katherine found us sleeping together and took a picture of us. One of my favorites.

Before I could answer the phone, I felt someone snatch it from my hand, and something hit my head at breakneck speed, knocking me out. Stupid witches.

~•♤♤♤•~

~A few hours later~

I was kneeling in front of the crib that Katherine and Rebekah had set up after the whole witches' fiasco. After those damn witches kidnapped me, they cast some strange spell on me and the baby to speed up her (as it turned out) growth and thus her birth.

A few hours ago, I was a human pregnant with a hybrid. Now I was a heretic, the mother of the thyrbid, the most powerful creature on earth.

I guess life with the Mikaelsons was all about sudden, unexpected changes. At least they weren't boring.

Elijah, Kol, Klaus, and Marcel were running around the city, killing the last witches who had allied with Esther. Rebekah and Katherine have been delegated to look after me and the baby until the boys get the hang of the situation. A bit sexist, but I didn't have the energy to argue about it. Not after I so impressively returned to the graveyard and killed half the coven.

After feeding on the blood from the bag, the girls gave me a moment alone with my sleeping daughter. Her first day in this world, and she was already trying to get killed.

"Y/N." Klaus' tired sigh snapped me out of my thoughts. For the first time in hours, I shifted my gaze to something other than my daughter and met a face as tired and bloodstained as mine.

"Hi." he knelt uncertainly beside me, glancing at the baby sleeping in the cradle.

"She is beautiful. So similar to you." he whispered softly, afraid he would wake her up at any moment.

"She has a look of the devil in her eyes. That's all you."

The girl stirred in her sleep, as if hearing us talk about her. Two loving, child-infatuated looks appeared on Klaus' and mine's faces.

"She needs a name. You made a decision?"

"I was thinking about Zoe and Caitlyn. But I think we both know that Katherine Jr. is the best fit for her."

"God no." I chuckled, trying not to wake the baby after seeing his terrified look..

"Got a counterproposal?"

"Hope."

"Hope. That's actually nice. Hope Mikaelson."

"Mikaelson?"

"What? Are you not the father?" I asked teasingly.

"I'm but... I thought you'd want her to have your last name."

"Mikaelson suits her better." I replied with a shrug.

"Well, then I guess it will be Hope Y/N Mikaelson." I smiled at him, resting my head tiredly on his shoulder. We both stared in awe at the new member of the Mikaelson family.

"How did you come to that? Hope?"

"With Elijah's little help. When I found you… dead. Elijah said that I ruined our family's last hope by making out with this bartender, which, by the way, is not exactly true."

"Klaus..."

"No. Let me finish. I've never been so helpless and scared in all my life as I was a few hours ago. Never, not even in the worst, darkest moments of my life, have I been so broken, so despairing, than when I held your dead body. Whatever you think now, whatever you feel, the truth has to be told. I love you. I've loved you since the first time I saw you, and each day only brings me closer to you. You're the only one who can make me so mad, terrified, or happy. You taught me unconditional love, and even if you don't share my feelings, I want you to know that you completely changed me. It will be my life's purpose to make sure that our daughter and you are safe and satisfied." I stared at him with tears in my eyes, listening to his touching confession.

"I was so mad at you and Camille, but... I can't blame her; falling for you is as easy as breathing. Not when I did it a long time ago."

"You did?"

"Yes. And I don't want to hide it anymore. I can't hide it anymore. As I turned into vampire, everything I feel for you since all this time is more intensive. My desires, my love, and my longing - I feel them so much that I can't even imagine spending one more hour without your words, touch, or kiss. I don't want to live in a world where we're just friends. So if you promise that this is forever, then I..."

Klaus cut me off, pulling me into a longing, long-expected, passionate kiss. I moaned into his mouth, pulling him as close as possible by the strands of his hair. At one point, I bit his lip until it bled. My new ability was immediately activated. My fangs slid out of my gums by themselves, digging into his lip and sucking more of his delicious, sweet blood. We broke apart when we were completely out of breath. Klaus licked his lips, staring lustfully at my black-veined face and bloody mouth.

"I promise. You're mine. For always and forever, love."

"And you're mine. For always and forever."

"Aw... Congratulations, Nik! It only took you one child to make her yours. I thought it would take you at least three." Kol suddenly appeared in the doorway, interrupting our moment.

Klaus growled at him and threw the baby monitor at his brother. Kol dodged at the last second and tossed the device back at him, sticking out his tongue before he ran as fast as his legs could take him. I giggled, drawing the hybrid into a tender kiss.

Yeah, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

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Hey! Your social media fics are so freaking cute, I love them so much 🥹 If you do take requests, could you please do one which is Charles x singer!reader (who's pretty famous, on like a Taylor Swift or Selena Gomez level) announcing their relationship or just like a random vacation post? Thank you so much, I hope I didn't make the request too long <33

relationship release 💿

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!singer!reader

type: instagram imagine/social media au

notes: tysm for requesting this, anon 🤍 my first time doing a request so i hope you like it! used hailee steinfeld for the faceclaim :') not revised so please expect errors hehe lmk what u think!

about: you and charles go public just in time for your album release!

yourusername

liked by taylorswift, zendaya, charles_leclerc, and 3,582,918 others

yourusername A photo dump to commemorate the busiest months of my life 📷 from recording my new album (which I am very excited for you guys to hear), taking time for myself, to rehearsing for my world tour. Grateful to be doing what I am passionate about every single day of my life ❤️

zendaya You look amazing, can't wait for the album, love! 💋💋

y/nqueen MAM DID U JUST SOFT LAUNCH A MAN

filmsy/n ik what the fuck she did not just casually drop a soft launch in the middle of the noise of her new album 😭

popgirlsz Am I seeing this right or is the queen of pop in a relationship....

selenagomez Excited for the tour ❤️ Will be in front row for sureeee

singzqueen THIS IS NOT A DRILL SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND OH MY GODDDD

f1fan Oh my god Charles liked? Maybe hes the guy 🫣

popthusiast u reaching too much lmaooo maybe hes just a fan

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yourusername My new album Red Letters comes out in 3 days. ❤️ It has been an incredible journey working on this masterpiece and I cannot wait for you guys to enter the pages of the stories I want to share. Red Letters is all about being wrapped in a heart-shaped dynamic, letting an amalgamation of sensations embrace us as we finally let love in.

As for me, well, loving him has always been red.

florencepugh Loving everything already and it's not even out yet! Such amazing work you've done ❣️

taylorswift My girl ❤️

popgirly/n girlie telling us her new album is about love after soft launching a week ago oh i cant breathe

lanadelslays She knows how to keep us on the hook 😭

yn4ever "Loving him has always been red" QUEEN WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

popfan21 guy lucky as hell imagine being talked about like that... by y/n... living his best life fr

ynlover THE PICTURE IS SO CUTE TOO THATS PROBABLY THEM

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charles_leclerc Immensely excited about the Red Letters release: not only because of the new, amazing music Y/N will be sharing to the world but because today is the day I get to show everyone the love of my life. Every day it feels like I'm in a fever dream because I'm with someone so talented, charming, and kind.

Mon angè, you never fail to amaze me. My heart is full just seeing you conquer the world. Je tàime, yourusername ❤️

PS. I guess I am the red guy, yes?

carlossainz55 Finally! Charles has been waiting for this moment for quite some time now 🤣

danielricciardo Okay we see you Mr. Red Guy 👀

zendaya Take care of her or there will be consequences!

ilpredestinato KINGGGG SO DESERVED U GUYS ARE SO CUTE

charlos1655 such a hot couple too god they are so

pierregasly Finally went to Y/N's concert without wearing a disguise I am happy for you mate 👏

itpopgirl power couple ugh we love to see it

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tagging: @slytherheign hope ure doing well mwah

notes: this took me some time lmao anyways pls bare w me if i use the same usernames for the fan reactions on twitter its so harddd thinking of new usernames everytime 😭 i hope u liked this, anon! lmk what u guys think <33 tysm for reading!

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for a good time, call [5]

modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

series summary: Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing, smut, p in v sex, protected + unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral (f! receiving), dirty talk, flirting, self-doubt, mutual pining, angst, strangers to friends to lovers; lmk if i missed anything word count: 8,2k damn

an: the final chapter!! i can't believe it's over, i'm sweating!! MERRY CHRISTMAS BABIES i hope you like it as always, pls let me know. don’t forget to reblog babes! <3 btw we can always do more blurbs and HC's about this fic, i am down for anything! and requests are open as well! mwah! also i wrote half of this on my phone sorry if it's shit

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chapter five ♫♪♩·.¸¸

A lot of good things happened to Eddie last night. He closed a deal with his future new manager, starting their collaboration early in the new year when he fulfills his current contract and he would be free to leave. He had a long talk with his band when they were alone, finding out that they were also unhappy with the way things had been going on so far. Then there was the show - it was different, good. Eddie was nervous, which he hadn't felt for a long time and he was excited. He loved the show, he was happy again. Simply because he knew you were there, watching him. He wore his best outfit, played his favourite guitar that night, he even added a touch of eyeliner to his look, which is something he used to do in his early days, when he was still performing to the local drunks back home.

But then everything went to shit. They had just come off stage, tired but in high spirits. Eddie's fingers were still tingling from all the playing, a bead of sweat running down his temple as he dropped down to the couch in the middle of the dressing room. He rested his head on the back of the worn out couch and closed his eyes for a minute, just enjoying the moment. His heart was still racing, but it wouldn't calm down now, not when he was anxiously waiting for you. There was a knock on the door, Eddies eyes popped open. It's only been a minute, he didn't expect you so soon.

The door flew open and in walked a girl, but not the one he was looking for. This girl, he knew very well, though he wish he didn't. Madeline. The press had picked up a scent they were dating about a year ago, Eddie didn't have to think too hard about who might have leaked it. Yes, they actually went on a date once, but nothing ever came of it. Eddie had realized his mistake on taking her out half way through the date. She was pretty and very ambitious, but it wasn't hard to see what she was really after. Not Eddie, his heart or soul, but something she deemed more valuable - the immediate popularity she would get once she'd bag him, not to mention the money of course. He remained a gentleman throughout the date but told her in the car later, when he offered to drop her home, that nothing would ever come of this.

Eddie thought it would end there, but every once in a while, she would pop back up. He blocked her number, when she tried to call him. He even banned her from coming to his shows, so the fact that she was here right now, was unpredicted. Her wild eyes quickly meet his uncertain ones and she jumps on the couch, too close for comfort. ''Eddie! Great show, as always. You're such a rockstar.''

Eddie subtly shifted away from her, trying to put distance between them. ''Madeline, what are you doing here?''

''Came to see you, silly,'' she yakked, resting her manicured hand on his knee, unphased when he immediately pulled away.

''Look,'' he sighed. ''I appreciate that and everything, but you need to leave. I'm expecting someone.''

''Oh, who?'' she asked.

''That's not your concern.''

''So it's a girl then,'' she stated, pouting her lips.

Eddie's patience was running thin, he fought the urge to roll his eyes. ''Madeline, for the 100th time - I am not interested in you. You need to accept that.''

''I find that hard to believe, Eddie. Your body is saying something different, it's hot against mine.'' Madeline scooted closer and pressed her body against his, their thighs touching.

''Are you out of your mind? I just did a show.'' Eddie was baffled, Madeline was annoying but she usually took the hint. She was now close enough that he could see her bloodshot eyes up close, then she sniffed. She was high, he realized, probably on something stronger. From his peripheral vision, Eddie could see one of the guys walk to the door, opening it.

''No, Eddie. I've never been more sane.'' She grabbed him by the shoulders and smashed her lipgloss sticky lips onto his with enough force to knock the wind out of him, catching him totally off guard.

It took two seconds for his senses to kick back in and to push her off. He held Madeline by the elbows, keeping her at arm's length. But it was too late. He turned to the door and there you were, looking at him. He didn't have to guess that it was you, he got that same feeling he always got when he talked to you. His tummy tingled, heart swelled, but this time it was tainted with enormous remorse. Your eyes were glossy with unshed tears, lips trembling. When the first tear rolled down your cheek, you turned and disappeared back towards the exit.

Eddie shot up from the couch and chased after you, the door slamming shut behind him. ''Y/N! Wait, please!''

''Don't bother, Eddie,'' you shot back, voice strained and shaking.

''This isn't what it looks like, I swear,'' Eddie pleaded with you, catching up and stopping in front of you. ''Please, let me explain.''

''Move,'' you deadpanned, face vacant of any emotion except for the two dried streaks running down your cheeks. Eddie placed his hands on your upper arms, to stop you from leaving, which you instantly jerked away from, like you'd been burned.

''Please,'' he begged, ''give me a chance to explain everything.''

''Just let me leave, Eddie,'' you wiped your face, arms crossing in front of you. You refused to look at him and he couldn't ignore the stab in his heart.

''Give me five minutes and I will do anything you want,'' Eddie pleaded, dipping his head trying to catch your eyes.

Locking eyes with him, you relented. ''Two minutes.''

''The girl you saw was Madeline, we went out once a year ago and she's been trying to snake her way into my life ever since. I'm not interested her and never was. I don't know how she got in tonight, she's high on something and then she kissed me.''

''Her instagram said you sent her VIP tickets,'' you said.

''That's bullshit. I didn't send her anything but I think I know who did,'' he defended.

You considered his words for a moment, before unlinking your arms and straightening your back. ''Okay, your two minutes is up. Now, you said something about doing anything I wanted?''

''Yeah?'' he asked, sounding a bit hopeful.

''Don't contact me again, Eddie.'' With that, you pushed past him, leaving the arena, taking his heart with him.

.•♫•♬•

Back in your car, you drove the few miles to your apartment instead of going back to your parents' house. You didn't have the strength to face Robin or answer any questions tonight. You dragged yourself up the stairs and pushed inside, locking the door afterwards. You stood in the middle of your living room, gathering your thoughts. The silence seemed extra haunting at this moment, seeping into your bones. You sat on the couch, kicking your boots off. Lifting your legs up, you laid down on your side, pulling a sage green fleece blanket over your shivering form, pulling it up to your chin.

When you closed your eyes, the only thing you saw were their locked lips.

After a pretty sleepless night, you decided to get up when you were awoken by the booming of thunder. You'd kept on the same position the entire night, you groaned when you stretched out on the small couch. You found your purse on the floor and fished out your phone, anticipating the amount of messages or calls from Eddie, but you found nothing. Defeated, you sighed and threw it aimlessly on the cushion next to you. You didn't know why you were disappointed, you specifically told him not to contact you. Still, there was a part of you that hoped he would... what, fight for you? He respected your wishes yet it still stung.

You waited until it was an appropriate time and called Robin to fill her in on the details, telling her you would drive back shortly. She gasped when you told her how you found Eddie in his dressing room, but Cherry was the one who spoke up, indicating Robin put the phone on speaker. ''I knew it was a good choice to bring my pepper spray. That girl needs to be sprayed immediately.''

''Wait, who are you talking about?'' you asked, mouth full of buttery toast.

''Madeline, duh,'' she said matter-of-factly.

''I'm lost,'' Robin chimed in.

''Yeah, me too. Do you know her?'' you asked.

''Not personally, but I've read about her. She's a leech, only interested in being relevant.''

You thought about what Eddie said last night. He didn't invite her and she kissed him. Were you wrong about everything? No, if Madeline was only interested in fame, what would her kissing Eddie in private get her?

''It doesn't matter, I asked him not to contact me anymore and he hasn't. So, it's over.''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie was hunched over the table at breakfast, playing around with some pieces of broccoli. He didn't want to interact with anyone and he certainly didn't want anybody seeing him either, he took a good look in the mirror before and it wasn't pretty. His eyes were sunken, red rimmed from lack of sleep and overthinking. Last night was a fucking disaster. After you stormed out of the place, Eddie walked back to his dressing room, where Madeline was still perched on the couch, chatting with his manager now.

Swallowing down all of the word that were fighting to escape, instead he took a deep breath and asked Madeline to leave, threatening her with a restraining order if she ever contacted him again. It seemed to click for her, finally and she scurried out of the room.

''You sent her the tickets?'' he asked, looking straight at his soon to be former manager.

''Yes, Ed. She's pretty, could have done for some good publicity if you hadn't sent her away,'' he barely looked back at him, typing on his phone.

''You're fired.''

Looking up from his phone, he finally seemed to be alert. ''What?''

''I said, you're fired.'' Eddies fists were clenched, nostrils flared as he tried to keep his composure.

''You can't fire me, buddy, we still have a contract.''

''I'll pay you whatever I owe, with interest, just get fucking lost.''

His manager slipped his phone into his pocket and walked over to him. ''You're making a big mistake, Eddie.''

''I'd say it's the best decision I've ever made.''

''You're gonna regret this,'' his manager pointed a finger at him, stabbing it into his chest. From the corner of his eye, the other guys had joined Eddie's side.

''Doubtful,'' one of them said.

There was a tense stand off, before their manager relented and stormed out of the room, shouting something about lawyers.

Eddie sighed and fell onto the couch. He just fired his manager and they still have some shows to play, he needed to figure out what to do. But that could wait, he had more pressing matters, like how to get you back.

Eddie shook last night's memories from his mind and left the breakfast area, returning to his room. He pulled up the number for Julie, his soon to be new manager and gave her a call. Eddie was relieved when she was happy to hear from him, offering to meet up before the show and to discuss anything he needed, pro bono as she said, since she's not working for him technically, yet. Eddie had to hung up with her when there was a knock on his door. He rushed to open the door, already aware who it was.

There he stood, Wayne Munson himself, Eddie's hero. They embraced each other, Eddie breathing in his uncle's scent of cigarettes and straight black coffee. ''I'm so glad you're here.''

''Me too, kid.'' Wayne let him go and gave him a once over. ''Are you alright? You look like shit, to be blunt.''

Eddie smirked, sadly though. ''Not really.''

They sat down on Eddie's bed and he filled his uncle in on everything that had happened yesterday and prior to that too. He needed Wayne's guidance, who listened carefully and never interrupted until Eddie was finished.

''Wow,'' Wayne sighed. ''Have to say, this is an interesting way to meet someone.''

''Yeah, I... I really like this girl. I fucked up, big time,'' Eddie rubbed his hands together, only concentrating on the carpet beneath their feet.

''Don't be too hard on yourself, son. Both of you were hurt, by someone else's actions.''

''I could've stopped it though, before it even happened. I should have just kicked Madeline out as soon as I saw her. I don't- I don't know why I didn't to that.''

''People pleaser,'' Wayne smirked. ''Look, just give if a few days I say. You'll have time to process everything and think about what you really want. You have to evaluate your life, your career and find out where she fits in. I'm sure she's thinking the same thing. She has her own life and aspirations, if she wants to be with you, she'll have to make difficult choices, too.'' Wayne put a hand on Eddie's shoulder, squeezing it. Eddie looked at him and nodded along.

''So what should I do?''

''Well, if you want romantic advice from an old grump like me,'' Wayne chuckled, ''You should tell her how you feel and see what she thinks. If you let this go, you might regret it for the rest of your life. Take it from me...''

Eddie looked at his uncle, eyebrows raised in disbelief. ''You? I had no idea you-''

Wayne waved him off. ''It was ages ago, kid. Don't make the same mistake I did, is what I'm saying.''

Eddie nodded in response, taking everything in. ''Thank you. You're still coming tonight, right?'

''Wouldn't miss it for the world.''

• • • • • •

Things were looking up. After meeting with Julie, things were looking up. Eddie couldn't break his contract or obligations, but Julie did manage to postpone the rest of the shows so he and the band could have three weeks off to recharge. After the second show, Eddie spent the next day catching up with Wayne, showing him the city. He was sad when his uncle had to fly back, but grateful they had rekindled their relationship, Eddie promised to keep in touch and he had been keeping his promise.

Right now though, he was on his way to get coffee, and something else. He was as incognito as he could get, hoodie pulled over his head, glasses perched up his nose. He hadn't spoken to you for a week and it was like his lifeline was draining. He'd gone by the shop once before, a couple of days ago but instead of going in, he walked straight past when he noticed you were at the counter. Today though, he would walk straight in, whatever happened. And he did, walking up to the empty counter, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

''She's not here,'' a voice called from his right. Eddie turned to see the same girl he already met, Robin, standing with two empty coffee cups. She didn't look pleased to see him, unlike last time.

''I'm actually here to see you.''

''Oh? Why's that?'' she rounded the counter, putting the cups down and leaning on her hands, staring him right in the eyes.

Eddie felt like he was under a spotlight, fidgeting with his ringed fingers. ''I-I need your help. Please.''

''With what?''

''To get Y/N back.''

Robin scoffed. ''What about your girlfriend?''

''I don't have a girlfriend,'' Eddie defended. ''I'd like one, though.''

That made Robin's cold façade falter and she sighed. ''Fine.''

Eddie recoiled, looking around if he was being pranked. ''Really?''

''Yeah, dumbass.'' Robin rolled her eyes. ''She's sad and it's your fault, but-.''

''I know, I know,'' he rushed out, holding his arms out. ''I ruined everything and I'm trying to fix it. But I need your help.''

''Don't interrupt me,'' she scolded and Eddie mumbled a sorry, looking like a kicked puppy. ''Like I was saying, she's sad and it's your fault, but she misses you, I can tell. I'm only doing this for her, not for you. So what do you need?''

''I'm not sure, exactly. Something that would help me get on her good graces again. What are her favorite flowers, for example?''

''Tulips, white ones. How do you plan on delivering these to her anyway?''

''I was hoping you'll tell me where she lives?'' Eddie pleaded.

Robin bit her lip, thinking about it, then groaned into the empty café. ''If I'm going to reveal her address, you're going to have to go all out. I was planning on giving it to her for Christmas, but this will definitely get you on her good side. She has a record player at home, she's been looking for a vinyl of R.E.M.'s 'Out of Time' album, but she hasn't found it yet. I'm sure someone of your.. occupation can get hands on that in no time.'' She also took a piece of paper and wrote down your address and apartment number.

''Thank you!'' Eddie beamed brighter than the sun, turning to leave. ''Whatever you need - I owe you big time.''

''Free entrance for life, Eddie!'' Robin called from behind him.

.•♫•♬•

Tiredly dragging your feet up the stairs, you hauled two grocery bags behind you, plus a tote bag over your shoulder. After an entire day of walking around, your boots felt heavier than usual, your feet sore and back aching. Reaching the final step, you stopped in your tracks when you saw a figure standing in front of your door, sulking in the darkness of the hallway. You relaxed a bit when you saw the outline of long hair. He noticed you too, standing straight where he was leaning on the concrete wall.

''Hi,'' he said quietly. You took a few steps closer and dropped the bags next to your feet, searching for your keys. Pushing the key in, you unlocked your door and stepped in, flicking the light on.

''Hi,'' you turned to look at him, keeping the door open, your heart swooning at the white tulips he was holding, a long with what seems to be a vinyl record. ''Can you grab the bags?''

Eddie managed to get all the bags into your kitchen without dropping anything.

''Thank you,'' you whispered, leaning against the counter, your hands tied together. ''What's that?''

Eddie looked at the things he was holding and handed the flowers first. ''They're for you.''

You took the flowers from him and inhaled the bouquet. You grabbed a vase and filled it with water, popping the flowers into it.

''I also got you this,'' he held out the vinyl and you saw it was the album you had been wanting for a while. You expected Robin to give it to you for Christmas, actually.

''Eddie, I-. How did you know about this?'' You took the record from him, hugging it to your chest.

''Robin told me,'' he smiled bashfully, rubbing his neck.

''Of course she did. I don't know what to say. Thank you, so much.''

There was a brief awkward pause where Eddie didn't know what to do, neither did you. Should he leave? Should you offer him tea or coffee? You kept staring at the floor and Eddie looked at everywhere but you. When the thick silence was stretched long enough, it seemed to shake Eddie out of his trance, he reached his hand out but quickly lowered it again.

''I'm... I'm really sorry for what happened. You were right to get upset. I should have handled things better, but I fucked up. I never meant to hurt you and I'm so, so sorry. I like you, a lot, and I can't stand the fact this might be over before it even started. You're kind, funny and so beautiful it hurts. I know I've already asked you this once, but I'm asking again - please, give me one last chance.''

You looked at him, really looked at him for the first time. His big, stunningly brown eyes, that held so many emotions, you could only pick up a few - fear, sorrow, maybe hope. Perfect nose with a thin gold hoop through the left nostril, plump lips with the sharpest cupid's bow and possibly the greatest head of hair you'd ever seen. His dark brown mane was framing his face, bangs shielding his eyebrows, the soft waves falling onto his shoulders. Black leather jacket with a red flannel underneath, another crisp white shirt peeking out underneath. Simple black jeans and combat boots, three heavy rings on his left hand, one simple ring on the other.

You'd called him pretty before, but he was so much more in real life. He was soft and inviting, but with an edge to him. You felt a pull towards him, you wanted nothing more than to put the record down and jump into his arms. It was hard to look away from his awaiting eyes, so you turned your back to him, placing the vinyl on your kitchen counter.

''Eddie, I forgive you. I understand it wasn't your fault, but I'm not sure if we would work. Romantically speaking...''

''What? Why would you think that?''

You turned to face him again, your throat constricting when you tried to speak. ''I-I just... You're you and I'm me. We live completely different lives. I'm not interested in a long distance relationship.''

''I get it, I've thought about that too,'' he took a step closer ''but we can make it work. I have two weeks off right now and when we finish the rest of the tour, I'm going to take a long break, months long. Shit, maybe even a couple of years. I want to make this work, if you'd let me. I want to take you out on dates, show you the world, see you on the side of the stage when I'm back on it some day.''

Eddie took his hand and gently placed it on your neck, his thumb rubbing the apple of your cheek when you closed your eyes to the touch. ''I'm scared.''

''You don't have to be scared, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere if you don't want me to,'' Eddie whispered, you could feel his face leaning closer to you so you opened your eyes, hypnotized by the brown irises staring back at you. His eyes dipped down to your lips for a second, then came back again.

''I don't want you to go,'' you whispered, gripping the edge of the counter behind your back.

''Yeah? What do you want then?'' His nose brushed yours, lips so close you could already feel the warmth of his skin.

''You.''

Eddie's lips finally brushed yours and everything else faded away. It was just the two of you, in the middle of your kitchen, diving into the unknowns. The kiss was feather light, like he was afraid to have more, fearing you would pull away too soon. But you craved more, so you grabbed the back of his neck and drew him closer, earning a soft hum from him. Eddie's other hand found your waist, circling it with new found confidence and holding you close. His lips massaged yours, poking his tongue out to run it over the seam of your mouth. Granting him access, you let out a tiny moan when he happily licked into your mouth.

He whined when you pulled away too soon. ''About that date you mentioned...''

''Yeah?'' he asked, settling his forehead against yours, stealing one more quick kiss.

''I was planning on staying in tonight, just hanging out. W-would you like to stay? I could make dinner and later we could watch a movie, or something.''

''That sounds perfect.''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie helped you put all the groceries away. He'd shrugged off his leather jacket, hanging it by the front door. You'd agreed to have pasta for dinner and once the noodles were boiling on the stove, he watched you wrap a few early Christmas presents, ones that you pulled out of your tote bag. He realized that being with you like this was the easiest thing ever, you settled into small talk easily, Eddie making his way around your kitchen like it was natural. He imagined this could be his reality and he didn't mind that idea, not one bit. He'd strain the pasta once it was done and tell you about his uncle, you'd finish taping up the last present and tell him about a crazy customer you had at the café. It was simple, but perfect.

You handed him plates from a cabinet and he set the small table by your window for two. You set the lighting right and lit a scented candle in the middle of the table. The meal went by slow, you were doing more talking than eating that by the time you were both done, the last bites were ice cold.

''This was great, thank you,'' Eddie offered.

You simply smiled in return and took his hand, bringing him along to the living room area. Plopping down on the couch, you pulled Eddie next to you and settled in comfortably, laying a blanket over your figures. You put on Netflix and handed him the remote, pulling your knees up. Eddie subtly stretched his arm out over the back of the couch, scrolling through various movie options when he felt you lean into him.

''What do you want to watch?'' he smiled to himself.

''Hmmm...'' you thought about it. ''The Grinch?''

''It's November.''

''So? My holiday season starts November 1st!'' you defended, pouting your lips at him.

Eddie snickered and kissed your forehead. ''Okay, okay. The Grinch it is.''

The movie started and you relaxed into his side. While your eyes were glued to the TV screen, Eddie's were wandering around. He wasn't subtle with his gawking either, memorizing all of the features on your face. Your eyes, nose, slightly parted lips, your elongated neck that was begging to be kissed, your perfect chest moving up and down with your steady breathing. He definitely shouldn't be staring, he felt like a creep but he couldn't look away either. He was brought out of his bubble when you shifted a little bit, placing your hand on his thigh.

Eddie focused his eyes back on the movie, praying it will distract him enough not to grow hard just from your simple touch. However, he realized you might not be so innocent in your act as he first thought. Your hand crept upwards, sometimes squeezing. His breath hitched when your pinky grazed his crotch, causing him to involuntarily buck his hips. Taking the same hand that was around your frame, he turned your face towards him, his big hand enveloping nearly the entire side of your face. Without wasting a second, he kissed you, plunging his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your surprised moan. The kiss was sloppy, urgent, you tasted so good it made him dizzy.

''Tell me you want this as much as I do,'' he mumbled, your mouths still atttached.

''Please,'' you begged, discarding the blanket and flinging your leg over his waist, situating yourself on his warm lap. Eddie's hand came around your middle, helping you grind against his growing thickness. You threw your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. Eddie slid his hands lower, grabbing two handfuls of your ass, leaving your mouth to focus on your neck. He bit your skin, smoothing the ache with his tongue right after. The thought of him marking you up, so you had to wear turtlenecks to work, drove him wild. He mapped out your neck, proud of the already blossoming pink patches, then dipped lower to lick a stripe from your throat down to the valley between your breasts. You gasped when he yanked down the neckline of your tank top and licked the top of your boob, switching to give the other one the same affection.

Eddie grunted in annoyance when your bra stopped him, looking up at you with questioning eyes. Once you nodded in approval, he pulled down the cups of your balconette bra, almost going cross eyed when your supple breast fell out.

''Fucking perfect, baby,'' he groaned and took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bud, sucking it harshly before letting it go with a 'pop'.

''Ed, please'' you yanked on his hair to get his attention.

''What do you need? Tell me, honey.''

''Need you, hurry up.''

Eddie smirked and helped you up, pushing your shirt up this time so he could kiss your stomach, dipping his tongue into your bellybutton. His fingers made quick work of your pants, popping the button and dragging the zipper down, ''Okay?''

''Yes,'' you pulled your top over your head and let it drop to the floor. Sneaking your fingers back into his hair, Eddie's eyes rolled to the back of his skull when you scratched your nails across his head. He helped you out of your pants, then ran his hands along your thighs, spreading your legs more. Wrapping his hands around your thighs, his rings were cool against your heated skin when he pulled you closer to him. He pushed his face into your covered mound and inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfied hum.

''Can I?'' he asked, hooking his fingers into your panties, not yet slipping them down until he had your permission. ''Need to see it, baby. Been dreaming of this pussy for so long.''

''Please,'' you pleaded once again, running your fingers along his jawline. He placed a quick kiss on your palm, then dragged down the last piece of fabric separating him from your pussy, the lace sticking to your core. You stepped out of them and Eddie lifted one of your legs, planting your foot on the armrest of the couch, giving him the perfect view of your wet cunt.

“Oh, it’s dripping, sweetheart. This all for me? Not sure I deserve it.” Eddie took his sweet time, kissing your pubic bone and tonguing between your legs, but avoiding your centre completely.

“Please, Eds, stop torturing me.”

“‘m sorry, babe. Just wanted to savor this. Let me make it up to you.”

He finally poked his tongue out, tasting you for the first time. Your hips bucked into his face when he took a tentative lick through your folds, the tip of his tongue flicking your swollen clit. From the first taste of your nectarine, Eddie was addicted. His enthusiasm only increasing, he lapped at your pussy, dipping his wet muscle into your tight hole, feeling it suck him in immediately. Going back for your clit, he closed his mouth around your bud and sucked harshly.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” your head thrown back, you grinded your hips against his face. You felt his hand sneak up your thigh, his fingers circling your opening before pushing his middle finger in all the way until you felt the cool metal against your flesh.

“So fucking good, you’re doing so good for me. This little cunt is sucking me right in, can barely fit. Think you can take two, baby?” Adding his ring finger, Eddie struggled to make it fit. He wondered how his cock would fit if his fingers had difficulty. Eventually, your walls relented and let him fuck up into you. The divine taste of you still present on his tongue, he worked you open with his digits and dove back in to flick your clit up and down in quick motions. He could tell you were getting close, your moans were getting more high pitched, your breathing erratic and your toes were curled. A couple minutes later, you moaned loudly and released all over his tongue which he eagerly lapped up, not letting a single drop go to waste.

He helped you sit back on his lap, your head resting against his shoulder, puffs of air hitting his neck whilst he was rubbing your back. “You good?”

“Good, great, amazing…” you breathlessly replied.

“Was it better than in your book?”

“I mean it was real, so yeah.”

He let you gather yourself for a moment, just holding you, although the erection he had was becoming unbearable. Eddie felt your lips skim his neck, leaving soft butterfly kisses in your wake. You bit down on his earlobe, running your tongue over it to soothe the small ache. Eddie let his head fall back, looking at you through hooded eyelids as you reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall on the couch.

“This is unfair. I’m completely naked but you’re still dressed,” you pouted and ran your hands along his chest, popping the buttons of his flannel.

“Better help me out then,” he smirked, kneading your ass as you continued to unbutton his shirt, kissing every new inch of skin you revealed. Soon, his shirt was on the floor and you were working on his belt. Once his pants were open, your hand dipped under his boxers to run a finger over his cock, tracing a vein on the underside. He lifted his hips so you could pull his pants and underwear down enough to free his throbbing cock from it’s cage. It bounced up, against his stomach, leaving a sticky mess in his happy trail. Eddie groaned when you wrapped your hand around him, pulling back his foreskin to reveal his slit, pre cum leaking from the tip, which you used as lube. You started to climb down, but Eddie stopped you.

“Not this time, princess. Tonight’s all about you. You got a condom? I didn’t really prepare for this.”

You got up from his lap and jogged to your kitchen, Eddie watching your ass juggle. You opened your medicine drawer and searched around until you retrieved the foil packet. Eddie took it from you, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it on, all the while keeping eye contact with you as your eyes were focused on his lap.

“C’mere.” He held his hand out for you. You grabbed it and took your place back on his lap, his cock situated perfectly between your folds. He grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the tip through your lips, gathering the wetness. He positioned the tip at your entrance and waited.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he breathed.

You grabbed his shoulders and sank down on him, inch by inch until there was no space left between you and you had taken all of him.

“Eddie, oh my God,” you moaned, fingernails pressing into his shoulders, leaving behind crescent moon shapes.

“So tight, Jesus Christ.”

Eddie was already seeing stars, he had to focus all of his remaining energy into not coming right this second. Your warm walls enveloped him, pulsing around his shaft. You rose up and slammed back down again, already accustomed to the stretch.

“You’re so perfect, fuck. Taking me so well,” he praised, hands grabbing your waist, helping you bounce on his dick.

You whimpered. “Keep talking.”

“Oh yeah? You love it when I talk like this, baby? That get you all riled up? Look at you, working my cock like that. Feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?”

You nodded and bounced harder, your rhythm faltering. Eddie slouched down lower on the couch, anchoring his feet to the ground and started fucking into you.

“Fuuuck, good girl. Letting me use you like this, like a fucking fleshlight. You’re just a little cock hungry whore, huh? Are you just a hole for me to use however I please? Your pussy is mine now, say it. Who’s pussy is this?”

“I-it’s yours, Eddie, only yours.”

“Damn right. It is mine, I’ll fuck it whenever I want. Stretch your cunt out so good, you’ll beg me to go easy on you. But you don’t want easy, do you? You want it rough. Fuck.”

“Don’t stop, please, please, please,” one of your hands slipped between your legs, toying with your clit.

Eddie grunted at the sight, wrapping both of his hands around your throat, squeezing your neck enough to make you lightheaded. “Yeah, play with that clit, rub it for me. Can still taste you on my tongue, you want to know what you taste like?”

He pulled you in, smashing his lips against yours, his tongue meeting yours in the middle. The kiss was messy, spit drooling from the side of your mouth. Your fingers sped up, your pussy clenching down on him harder and harder. Eddie felt his own stomach twist up as well.

“You close, baby? I need you to cum, fuck. I’m so fucking close.”

“I’m so- Fuck, oh my God Eddie, I’m coming, I’m coming!” You cried out, tears streaming down your face, the drops falling onto Eddie’s forearm. He was close behind, feeling his balls tighten up in a telltale sign. He groaned into your mouth and jerked his hips a few final times before releasing into the condom.

Both of you breathing like you’d just ran a marathon, Eddie let go of your neck, the red and purple skin left behind almost enough to get him hard again. You fell forward on his chest, resting your head against his shoulder, catching your breath. Eddie thrashed his legs around, shoving his boots and pants off. He stood up, taking you with him. You squealed and wrapped your legs around his waist, his cock slipping out of you.

“Bedroom?”

You pointed him in the right direction and he took careful steps, mindful of the clothes laying around. Once in your bedroom, he gently placed you on the bed, kissing your temple. When you didn’t let go, he chuckled.

“Be right back, promise.” He helped you under the covers and disappeared back into the hallway, looking for a bathroom. When he found it, he discarded the condom and washed his hands, eyeing the couple of lovebites you’d left on him. When he made it back to you, you were already asleep. Eddie crawled next to you, pulling you tightly against his front, settling his hand on your waist, lazily drawing random shapes on your tummy until sleep took him, too.

.•♫•♬•

It was raining again, the patter on the windowsill lulling you from your sleep. You were warm and cozy, limbs tangled with someone else’s. You’d almost forgotten about last night, thinking it was a fidget in your imagination. But Eddie proved to be real when he stirred behind you, his deep sigh hitting the back of your neck, one arm hugging you closer to his body. You hummed, reaching behind you to grasp his neck. Memories of last night came flooding back, reminding you of the delicious ache between your legs.

“Morning beautiful,” a low, raspy voice sounded from behind you, goosebumps spreading across your skin. Christ, you could get used to hearing his morning voice every day.

“I don’t remember the last time I slept this good,” you mumbled.

“You need to sleep with me every day, then,” he said, squeezing your hip.

You snorted. “You wish.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his lips moving against your flesh. “I do.”

You turned to him, his baby cow eyes already staring back at you. You were trying to see any deception in them, but all you saw was adoration and honesty.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you gulped, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“It means I want you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“How would that work? I can’t follow you around everywhere you go.”

“I know that and I don’t expect you to, even though it would be cool. What I do know, is this - I’m taking a long break and I want to be with you, every single day. After that too, I’m not going to dump you when I have to go on stage again if that’s what you’re worried about. We’ll figure everything out. So if you’d have me, I promise I will work my ass off every day to prove to you that you’re not making a mistake.”

“Eddie… I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes,” he begged “Be mine. Would you be my girlfriend?”

You laid your hand on top of this, the one still holding your hip. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it would explode any second. You had a moment to think about all the roads this relantionship could take you, expecting it to end horribly. But even with the potholes and wonky curves, you saw yourself ending up where you belonged - with him.

“Yes.”

His lips covered your before you even finished that word. You felt him smile into the kiss, he was putting everything he had into it. His tongue grazed the seam of your lips, asking for access which you happily granted. He moaned when your tongue met his, his nose ring brushing your nostril.

His fingers skiddled across your hip to the curve of your ass, squeezing your butt. He broke the kiss too soon for your liking and violently pushed you back on your side. Eddie kissed a line down your spine, then licked a fat stripe back up, ending at the base of your neck. Your whole body shivered in anticipation, core getting slick with excitement. Eddie continued his assault, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in deep.

His cock was pressed against your ass, a smudge of liquid dripping down. The hair on his abdomen tickling your lower back. You whimpered when he gripped one of your breasts, circling his thumb over your areola, then pinching your nipple until it was perked up.

''Eddieee...'' you whined, kicking your legs.

''Need somethin', darling?'' he traced the tip of his nose on the shell of your ear, his palm sliding from your breast all the way down, his thick fingers slipping through your dewy folds. Bringing his fingers back up, he circled your clit with his middle finger, barely adding any pressure, chuckling when you bucked your hips to get more friction.

''Need you so bad, please,'' you mewled, grinding your ass against his crotch, getting a hiss out of him.

''Condom?'' he asked, adjusting his hips, so his cock nestled directly between your legs, swaying his hips back and forth, the head of his cock parting your folds, bumping your clit with every stroke.

''My boyfriends don't need to wear one.''

''Fucking Christ,'' he let out a deep groan, lining himself up with your weeping hole and pushing inside, sliding to the brim in a single thrust. You choked on a moan, his cock was so deep, you could feel him in your throat. He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust, his mushroom tip bruising your cervix.

''Move,'' you cried, gripping his forearm that was resting against your belly, his fingers massaging your flesh.

He pulled back all the way and slammed back in, not bothering to be polite. You still weren't 100% adjusted to his size, but the burn mixed with the way his cock pierced your insides was euphoric. It was embarrassing how close you were already, but you blamed it on the early morning, you were always more sensitive in the early hours of the day.

''Feel so fucking good, baby. You like my bare cock fucking you like this? You gonna let me come inside too? Fill your sweet pussy up, have it leak out of your abused cunt all day, huh?''

You were too far gone to reply, the only sounds in the room your moans and Eddie's groans mixed with the wet slapping of skin against skin. Eddie was a talker though, never shutting up about how good you felt, how perfect you were for him.

''You were made for me, this pussy was carved for my dick. You're mine, only mine. Mine to fuck, mine to use, however I want. God, fuck. You're gonna make me come already. You gonna let me fill you up, baby? Shoot my fat load so deep in your pussy, you're gonna fucking taste it.''

''Y-yeah, please... Come inside me, please. Wanna feel it, Eds.''

''Fuck, I'm coming, baby. Come with me, come on.'' His thrusts were faster, sloppier, he was losing his rhythm. You were so close too, but needed the extra push so you gripped his wrist and pushed his hand lower. He caught on immediately, roughly circling your puffy clit with two fingers. It was enough to send you over the edge, both of you losing yourselves to the pleasure, Eddie spurting his cum inside of you, your mixed juices leaking down your thigh.

When you came down, Eddie pecked your cheek. He went to pull out, but you stopped him. ''Just stay, wanna be like this for a minute.''

''Whatever you want, princess. I'm all yours.''

.•♫•♬•

December 25th. One of your favorite days of the year. The ground was white, more snow falling behind the window, illuminated by the streetlamps outside. You were so full of amazing food, a little tipsy on raspberry punch. Christmas celebrations started yesterday, when you and Eddie flew out to Indiana to spend Christmas Eve with his uncle, Wayne. He was as sweet as he was in the stories Eddie had told you, if not more. There wasn't a moment where you weren't smiling, looking at the two of them bickering over Eddie's high school days.

You flew back this morning, where you spent the entire day preparing for Robin and Cherry to come over. Tomorrow you would go to your parents' house, which Eddie was super nervous about. The evening was spent with good food and drinks, smooth Christmas music coming from a portable speaker, great conversation. When the girls finally left, it was close to midnight. Eddie had asked you to dance, now the two of you were swaying to the music in front of your Christmas tree, decorated with ornaments, fake snow and at the very top, instead of a typical star, with a paperclip, was a polaroid selfie of you and Eddie, taken a week ago in front of the same tree.

''In case I haven't told you yet, you look so beautiful tonight.''

Your arms were linked around his neck, Eddie's arms wrapped around your waist. You followed his lead, heads close together, breathing in each other's air. You were wearing a rich purple dress with black stockings, with simple make up accentuated with a pair of earrings Eddie had gifted you this morning. And yes, they were drop earrings with sliced kiwis at the bottom. Where he had even found them, you had no idea, he refused to tell you. You had given him a pack of guitar picks, with his initials engraved on them.

''First of all, only tonight?'' you teased. ''Second, you've told me about fifty times today, but I'm not tired of hearing it yet.''

''Hmm.. Can I tell you something I haven't, yet? Something I've been wanting to say for a while now.''

Your heart skipped several beats, mouth going as dry as cotton balls. You had a feeling of what he wanted to say. You had been thinking the same thing recently, but you hadn't found the right moment to say it. Today, it had been nagging on your mind specially hard. True to his word, you and Eddie had spent nearly every day together, except for that one day where you had the flu and told him to stay away so he wouldn't get sick either. He survived one day until he came banging on your door, begging you to let him in so he could take care of you. He had basically moved in since that first night you spent together. You had made room in your dresser for his clothes, his toothbrush was next to your in the bathroom, the fridge was filled with his favorite drinks. It was fast, clearly, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

''O-okay,'' you gulped.

''I love you, Y/N.'' he breathed out, like a weight leaving his shoulders, but immediately rushed out, ''You don't have to say it back, I just felt like I was about to burst if I didn't tell you. You're so amazing and perfect and gorgeous, I'm so happy you're mine and I'm so in love with you I honestly might die if you don't feel the same, but like I said, no press-''

You cut his rambling off by grabbing his face in your hands and smashing your lips together, tears running down your face. Eddie secured his arms around you and pulled you so close, your feet were hanging in the air. You pulled away, your lipgloss having transferred to his mouth, his eyes sparkling. ''I love you too, Eddie.''

''Yeah?''

''Yeah, so much.''

You squealed and laughed when he lifted you up and spun you around, your hair flowing. He put you down, kissed the top of your head and held you so tight you were struggling to breathe, but you didn't dare tell him that. You felt safe and truly loved, securely caged in his arms, smiling into his dress shirt while you slow danced the night away.

.•♫•♬•

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hear me out, a one shot of Charles x Reader based on Casual by Chappell Roan.

I personally having been listening to Casual on repeat for the pass couple days and I am in the mood to cry and be upset, idk why but I feel like this song is very charles coded, maybe that’s just me, but yeah that’s my idea!

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note 💌: anon you made me obsessed with this song, ever since you wrote this request, i started listening to it. i literally cried while making this, so i hope this feeds your delulu soul and heart, and yes the song is so charles coded🫶🏻

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romeo, come and save me | charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader | genre: estaished relationship | warning: angst, smut (a bit), minors dni | word count: 1.3k

[ BACK TO MASTERLIST ]

Living in Monaco could be considered everyones dream, and it surely was yours. Every weekend, one of the drivers would host a part at their house, or in the biggest clubs in the country. That's where you found yourself talking to several of them and even hooking up.

Tonight you were in Charles Leclercs bed, with the pretext of "no attachments". You were moaning out his name as he was eating you out like there was no tomorrow. Gripping his hair as he continued to lick and suck. You knew he was bad for you, but the moment your lips touched, it's like everything you knew was forgotten.

The weekend after, he was eating you out in the backseat of his car, not even waiting to arrive home with you. You liked it, you couldn't lie, but you hoped that this time it wasn't just to help him leave the stress out before the race. He was like a drug and you were addicted to him. He was angry, you would help. He was happy, you would be there. But if someone asked what the two of you were, his answer would always be "We're just friends"

Sooner than you expected, you found yourself being in a relationship with him, but to say the least it didn't meet your expectations. Charles was distant and when he was there you barely talked. Now you were getting ready to have dinner with his parents. Finishing doing your hair, you walked into the living room to find him.

"Charles, do you really want me to go?" You asked seeing that he didn't even bother to look at you. He got up, kissing you without even looking at you. He kissed you, thinking that it would fix everything.

"I think it's better that we don't go..." You sight, pulling away, looking at him not feeling in the mood to lie to his parents about your relationship.

Charles sighed, he didn’t know what to do, he loved you. He just didn’t want to admit it. He looked at you, his eyes filled with emotion. Seeing that you didn’t want to lie he agreed. "It’s best we don’t go." He replied walking back to the sofa, picking up his phone and getting distracted by a text message from a girl.

The moment he looked at his phone, you knew that he was talking to another girl. Your best friend warned you about him, but you didn't listen, hoping that you can change him. You decided to go back to your room, not wanting to be in his presence longer than needed. Since the two of you decided not to go to his parents house, now you had to take your make up off which you have been working on for hours. Not only, he was talking to someone else while he was dating you, but he seemed happier.

He noticed that you were heading to the room, after a little debate with himself, he followed you, hoping you didn't know about the text message. "Where are you going?" He asked stopping you from going in.

"Home." You said looking away not wanting to meet his gaze. "I'm going home."

Feeling that this was about to be a discussion, he grabbed your wrist with one hand not letting you go. "No you’re not" He said his voice sounding firm almost angry but his eyes had a sense of hurt and sadness in them.

"Yes i am, i can't do this...anymore." You said sitting down on the couch. "I can't..." You keep looking away, trying to keep yourself from crying. "We act like we are strangers and then pretend to be in love for a minute...it's killing me..." Finally you let a tear escape your eyes.

He listened, his grip got tighter when he heard you wanting to go and when you started crying he pulled you into his arms hugging you tight. "You’re not going anywhere." He said, his tone now a bit kinder but a lot more protective as he brushed your hair from your face.

"Yes i am...we've been fucked up for a long time...this has to stop." You looked at him with a face full of tears, which was getting redder and redder. "All we do is lie..."

Even though he disagreed with you, he knew that it was the truth, but that didn’t mean he wanted to lose you. "No." He said shaking his head, still holding you tightly. He didn’t want to lose you at all. Even though you both were lying to each other he still felt as if you were the main purpose in his life. It was a selfish thought but he couldn’t help it.

"Yes..." You said looking at him and then away to wipe your tears. "We aren't even that close anymore..."

Charles stayed silent, he couldn’t handle the truth. All the times he avoided you, all the times he talked to another girl, all the times he lied all came crashing down on him and he wished he had done things differently. "We can fix everything." He said still holding you, not wanting to lose you, not wanting the person he loved to leave him. "I’ll be better I promise.."

"I know about her..." You said reffering to the girl he has been seeing and talking to for the past few weeks.

He froze, he felt a pang of guilt hit his chest. He didn’t expect you to know about her. After a few seconds he spoke not looking at you. "She was just a distraction.. she means nothing, I just wanted to forget things."

"Forgetting about us?...about me?" You looked away, not being prepared to face the truth. "Sure, she does...that's why you smile at her texts...are happy...unlike with me...when you act like i'm a ghost..."

He stayed silent, he didn’t want to answer that. He knew that when you talked about how he acted with the other girl that it was the truth. He knew that he acted different and happy with the other girl, unlike you. His gaze dropped to the floor. He was scared of losing you. "I’m sorry it will stop, I’ll stop" He said, trying to make it seem as if he really meant that, as if you could believe him.

"No, this has to stop..." You said showing to you and him, getting up finally ready to go to the room that the two of you share. One last time you wipe your tears, finally going upstairs.

He looked at you with sadness, he didn’t want you to go, but knew that he really messed things up a long time ago. He should have given his all to you, treated you better and been a better boyfriend. He tried one last time to get you to stay. "Please, stay."He said, trying his hardest to keep his emotions in check.

"Don't do this to me..." You said putting the clothes in the lagguage, wiping away your tears.

He sighed, he knew he didn’t have any other card to play. The moment you grabbed your things he knew that he really lost you, this time no excuses, no lies, no tricks, nothing could make you stay and he should have realized that sooner. "Fine, just tell me one thing." He said looking at you with sad eyes.

"What?" You looked at him with the lagguage in your hand, coming closer to him to hear him better.

He gulped, he hoped he was wrong but he had to ask the question. He didn’t want to but he just had to know. "Do.. do you still love me?" He asked, he didn't expect you to answer it honestly but he couldn't resist to ask the question. He knew that he was putting himself in a vulnerable position by asking such a bold question. He bit his lip out of nervousness.

"I never stopped." You whispered looking at the ground.

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ametistacollinsworld · 1 year

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▲ J x Professional! Murder drone Reader ▲

My 34 request! Hope you like!

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J wasn't the type to admire or praise others very often, being in fact a rarity. But when it came to you, she was always so impressed, you always managed to exceed her and the company's expectations, making the female murder drone smile proudly every time she thought you were in her squad.

We can tell you were a complete professional, always coming back with your hands full with containers full of oil to share with J, V and N. You never asked if they needed or even wanted oil, you just…brought it! And put it on the snowy floor in silence looking at the three, soon entering the ship to take a nap, leaving the three stunned and confused. Why would you help them? Because you were a pro! And didn't have to worry about being "replaced" in any way…

You've arrived from more than one of your hunts, setting down a barrel of oil you've collected from worker drones, looking around only to see J standing there looking at you.

" How was the hunt today (Y/n)? Everything went well? " J asked with a neutral expression looking at you. This was pretty normal, considering J had to constantly report back to the company.

" Everything went well J! I even managed to break my record! 34 worker drones from a small colony in 8 minutes! " You said giving a small proud smile to the female murder drone, which she tried to keep a serious expression on, but failed to show a fun little smile for you.

" Only you can talk, and do something like this so well (Y/n)! Good job, the company will love to know as always " J spoke in a soft tone, giving a bigger smile.

" Yeah, I already have quite a collection of pens already… do you think I could start getting some crayons or something? " You asked in a playful tone, causing J to let out a small snicker, soon giving you a confident smile.

'' I'm not too sure about crayons…but if it were up to me, you would definitely win medals. You're different from the other two idiots (Y/n), you're as special to the company as you are to me'' J started talking with a playful smile, then speaking in a soft tone watching you carefully, which you gave a smirk at her in realization of her words.

'' Oh?~ I'm special to you J? I feel so honored! What now? Do I win your heart? Cutie ponytails~ You just needed to speak more honestly~ '' You spoke in a malicious and dramatic tone, making J realize what she just said, becoming extremely embarrassed.

'' Hang on! That's not what I meant! '' J exclaimed with an expression of flushed urgency, which you just responded by laughing, placing one of your hands on one of your own cheeks looking at her with a mischievous expression.

'' That conversation was really cool J! Now, if you'll excuse me… I have to go get a little lunch~ Later we'll discuss this more! '' You said giving a fake dreamy sigh, speaking in a mischievous tone as you spread your wings, soon taking off in flight leaving angry J behind.

'' (Y/N) GET BACK HERE IMMEDIATELY! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT-'' J yelled with hot cheeks, watching you walk away in the blizzard without even caring.

'' Why me Gosh? Oh my- I like an idiot- I'm going to fricking break someone's legs '' J spoke in an irritated tone with cheeks still warm, finally giving up on yelling at you to come back.

But, inside she was happy..you seemed to like her…and she liked you back.

You were going to bring dinner that night just in case. You know- For a date with your favorite boss girl!

We can say that we had a lot of provocations that night lol.

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anxiousstark · 11 months

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Hey! Read you are taking requests for king!eddie. Super happy about that. Was wondering if you could write about Eddie seeing his Queen play with children, maybe they visit a orphanage, and wanting to give her that joy in her life. But talking about it with her, Eddie confesses how he doesn't think he will be a good father, since his father was't either, and his Queen reassuring him. It could end with smut, but I leave that up to you 🙏❤️

Love The Way You Do | EDDIE MUNSON First and foremost, I am sorry for not updating this sooner. Unfortunately, life happens lol, and to be honest, I had written at least 1K words before deciding it wasn't good enough and deleted it in order to write something else. I hope you cherish it and that it meets your expectations. I truly loved this idea.

Bastard King! Eddie x Queen!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, breeding, pregnancy, unprotected sex, child abuse, and violence. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

BIG MASTERLIST

"You are incredibly talented." Eddie's soft fingertips glided across worn and tattered pages, his attention drawn to the wonderful artwork that appeared to be highly realistic. "This is seriously incredible, Tristan." His gaze was reluctant to divert away from the exquisite paintings, but his words were honest, and he wanted the teenager to grasp his true feelings.

Tristan, who sat next to Eddie, grinned, his cheeks flushing as he bowed his head, hands between his legs, an act of shyness. "When I get out of here, I want to be a painter." He was about to turn eighteen, which meant he'd be allowed to leave the orphanage. Eddie, on the other hand, made certain that if someone needed to remain for a longer period of time, they could. "If I can." He sighed, looking down at his most prized notepad, which was on Eddie's knees.

"Are you unsure whether or not you want to be a painter?" Eddie creased his brows.

Tristan's head was instantly shaken. "I'm pretty sure I want to be a painter. It's my passion." The glint in his eyes vanished with his next words. "But I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to be one."

Eddie nodded his head, visibly pondering. "Well," His fingertips glided over the sketch of what appeared to be Aurora, one of the orphanage's girls. One that Tristan appeared to paint a lot, giving Eddie the impression that he liked her. "It won't be easy." He winced at the sound of his own words. He didn't want to lie to him or imply that life was simple. "However, I believe that if you dream big and work big, you will be big." Tristan didn't appear completely convinced, but he agreed, feeling a little more optimistic about his future.

"I will work tirelessly."

Eddie smiled at him, returning his gaze to the sketches sitting on his knees, and his fingers proceeded to trawl through the works he hadn't had time to look at. "This." His breath became trapped in his chest.

"The queen," Tristan responded sheepishly.

"I know," he chuckled, his fingers longing to caress her face but not wanting to ruin the sketch. "Even in the darkest of rooms, I'd recognise her." His heart burned, and sensations of love tingled every part of his body.

The artwork depicted her gorgeous grin as she waved through the carriage window on the day he revealed her as their future queen. He flushed as he recalled what had transpired between them minutes earlier.

"It was the very first time we saw her." Eddie nodded without looking away. "She appeared kind, and I couldn't help but draw her." He waited for a few seconds, watching King Eddie's expression as he stared at a simple sketch of her. "She is kind." Both looked up as soon as those words were pronounced.

Eddie sighed, his gaze wandering over his wife's form. Her grin was wider than the one in Trsitan's sketch, and she had no worry in the world as she kneeled on the ground, surrounded by some of the orphanage's young children, who gazed at her with sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks.

As she kneeled on the ground, his queen, but more importantly, his wife, was unconcerned about her new gorgeous gown. She had spent hours playing with the kids, while he had paid more attention to the older ones, who understood their predicament best.

He chuckled. She had been anxious about meeting them, considering Eddie was heavily involved with the orphanage.

Eddie's initial move after assuming the throne was to visit the orphanage in his kingdom. He had discovered deplorable working conditions and treatment, and he had fired those who did not deserve to work with the younger generation, instead employing those who had proven to be pleasant souls. Then he used a portion of his nation's financial system to rebuild and expand the orphanage. He additionally made certain that the youngsters had all they needed. As a result, you were concerned about not being accepted by the children since you knew they adored Eddie, who interacted with them as if he were a child and spoke to them as if they were grownups.

Nonetheless, your husband had no doubts that you would be adored by all of the children, from the youngest to the eldest.

You'd played 'Save the Queen' with them, then 'tea time,' pretending to drink nothing and eat sand. The kids adored the fact that you played in the same fashion as they did.

They sat on the ground around you now, listening to you read them a story. Some leaned against you, asleep, while others paid intent attention with eager eyes and thumbs inserted in their mouths as they sucked on them.

Eddie's heart quivered as he saw your right hand clutching the book and your left hand cradling a toddler against you.

"Will you..." Tristan paused. "Would you like to have children, my King?"

Those words were so innocent, but so frightening for Eddie as the image of an individual he had buried deep inside himself flared in his mind. Did he desire children? The true question was not whether he wanted children or not, but whether he should have children. "I think I understand." Tristan kept on speaking, given that Eddie hadn't replied. "If I ever marry and have children." His glance travelled in the direction of Aurora, confirming Eddie's previous thoughts. "I'd be afraid of becoming like my father."

Tristan was one of the children who had lived with his father before being abandoned.

Eddie was well aware that the man in question had carried out atrocities, and that the youngster seated next to him had endured the emotional and physical effects of having a violent father. Eddie couldn't help but tighten his fists whenever he identified his anxieties or the evident limp in his gait.

"Did your dad know how to paint?" Eddie inquired at random. Tristan raised his brows for a split second, perplexed by the shift in subject, but swiftly shook his head. "If you were different in that aspect, why wouldn't you be different in that one?" He took a peek at him.

"If you're such an outstanding king, why wouldn't you be a wonderful father?"

Eddie was now bewildered since Tristan had used the same logic he had used on him. "Tristan." When he overheard his name, the boy gave a nod. "When will you be 18?"

"Next month."

"Perhaps you'd like to be the royal painter of the palace?" His mouth was gaping as he gazed at Eddie with wide green eyes. "You would be the one doing every portrait for the royal family, and you will be offered a very good place to live with your..." He cast a peek toward Aurora before returning his gaze to Tristan. "Your future family. You'll get compensated, of course, and I'll do all I can to get you professionally taught so you can learn more." Tristan nodded his head rapidly. "Great." Eddie grinned, snatching a pen from Tristan's fingers and writing a directive on a blank piece of paper. "As soon as you reach the age of 18, write a letter to Dustin. He is one of my devoted peers, and he will notify me that you have written to him." He returned the drawings and the paper. "I will send a carriage for you as soon as I receive such a letter." He smiled as his hand rested on the kid's back.

Eddie had been fairly quiet on the trip home, and he remained mute even while you recalled your greatest highlights of the day. His gaze looked lost, and he appeared to be deep in contemplation as he changed his clothing, slowly undressing, eager for the day to end the moment he went under the sheets of your shared bed.

"Eddie?" He hummed. His back was against the bed's headboard, and his arms were draped over the sheet that covered his naked chest. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Hmm?" His gaze shifted to his side when he noticed you donning one of your nightgowns and grabbing a corner of the sheet to get into bed. "Did you say something, sweetheart?"

Eddie would often turn on his side and gaze at you as soon as you climbed into bed, but he didn't this time. "Eddie." Your voice was barely audible, accompanied by a grimace. "What thoughts are you lost in?"

His gaze met yours for the first time in hours. He didn't look at you. He saw you.

"Today," he said as he took a big breath. As he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his hands flew to his head, fingers digging holes into his temples. "You looked breathtaking with the kids today." When he finally looked your way, he noticed your perplexed countenance. "You were filled with joy, and you seemed so natural holding that little girl." His face lit up with a smile. "They loved you, and you loved them."

"Is that...bad?"

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. "No, not at all." His right hand brushed your cheek. "It made my heart ache peculiarly, and I found myself wanting to have children with you." You found yourself crying as you grinned at his remarks. "I want little yous and little mes running around this palace giggling, but..."

"But what?"

A quivering sigh exited his body, sending shivers down your spine. "I have no idea what a good father is supposed to be like, and I don't want to bring children into this world if their worst enemy is the person who should always have their back."

"My love." You sat down, acknowledging his concerns and allowing him to place his head against your chest and tummy. "You are not going to be like your father." You could feel his chest heave as he inhaled deeply to speak, but you didn't allow him. "I have proof that you will be a fantastic dad." Your fingers were entwined with his locks. "The way in which you treat Dustin and the others? How you are so involved with the children at the orphanage, and how much you care about everyone?" As you spoke about him, his head tilted upward, attempting to gaze at you. "You played with the kids, talked to the older ones, and played with them too." The pride in your voice as you mentioned him. "You looked very handsome and caring while feeding Lily." Your eyes sparkled. Lily, a one-year-old, appeared to be entirely in love with Eddie, her eyes shining as she only relaxed in his arms. "You were fantastic with them, Eddie. And, while I didn't know your father personally, I know he didn't love the way you do. He didn't have a single ounce of affection in him. However, you," Your hands gripped both of his cheeks, forcing him to stare at you. "King Edward Munson, you are all love."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"Do you want to have children with me? Children we will absolutely love and protect?" You nodded, your eyes welling up. "Fuck." As he rose from your breasts and abdomen, he drew a big breath and blinked swiftly. "Are you sure you're serious?"

"I wouldn't say yes if I wasn't serious, Eddie." He nodded, his gaze shifting from yours to your lips. "Children come with a lot of responsibility."

Eddie's eyes darkened as he sat on the bed, his stare fixed on you. Your brow wrinkled, perplexed by his solemn gaze. As his hands held your legs, you fell fully on your back, your head resting against the mattress rather than the pillow. "Eddie? What?" You were stunned by his behaviour and had your eyes wide open. His curls vanished beneath your nightgown and between your legs. As his warm breath stroked your sensitive skin, his fingertips rubbed on the flesh of your thighs. "What exactly are you doing?" A chill ran through your body, and an unsteady breath became trapped in your chest. He did not respond to your query, though, as he planted a light kiss on the center of your core. "Eddie." A cry emerged from between your lips, and the heat threatened to overpower you as you pushed up your nightgown, wanting, yearning to see the magnificent sight of him between your legs. Yet another kiss. This one was longer and filthier as he sniffed your mound with his nose.

"I really want you." He grumbled, his big eyes fixed on you. "I need you." His fingers tightened around the band of your underwear, and he truly needed you since he ripped it instead of pulling it down. "I want you to be stuffed full of my cum." Your entire body began to tremble, and you became flushed as a result of your body's reaction to him, whether it was his words, a touch, or merely a look. "And I want your tummy with my baby inside it." Your teeth bit down on your lower lip, followed by a gasp. "I can't even stand it. I'm sorry, but I can't worship your body for hours like I normally do." A squeeze on the inside of your thighs.

"I can't because coming in my pants without even being touched by your hands would embarrass me." Your fingers discovered their favourite hiding place: entwined between his curls. "So I'm just going to be inside you until we both fall apart, and then I'm going to fall asleep while softly sucking you right here." His fingers massaged your slit, which was already moist. "Like an adorable baby." His gleaming eyes met yours. "Is that okay with you, sweetheart?" You swiftly nodded your head. "Words."

"I want to have children with you, Eddie. I want to teach them what it's like to be loved and to be as compassionate as you are. More people like you are needed in the world."

Several minutes went by in a haze. A haze of naked bodies, heated breaths, stray hands, and wet lips. You couldn't stop yourselves, and there was no time for nice words or any other form of preparation. There was no need.

As soon as he received confirmation, his head pushed your slit open, and both of you groaned in delight since you both felt at home with each other.

"You are soft and tight at the same time. How is that even possible?" His hips didn't move as swiftly as in previous times, but his thrusts were mighty, his testicles smacking against the fluid dripping to your bottom. "I can't wait to fill you all up." Your pleas were frantic. Eddie made you feel as though you were losing your mind and about to pass out. "I can't wait for your stomach to round out." His hands moved from your breasts to your stomach. It was excruciatingly uncomfortable to have the nightgown pulled up under your chin, but you both have been impatient, not being able to entirely undress. "I want to feel the changes in your physique. I'm curious to see how your breasts grow in size." His thrusts emphasised every one of his claims.

"I won't last much longer." It hadn't been long since you both started, yet there was a desire, a passion, and an awful sensation of being too far apart. Your wrapped legs around his waist sought to force him farther inside as if he could get closer to you. "Please, Eddie. "Fill me up."

His cock jolted within you twice, his balls tightening as he inhaled deeply or gasped. "Fuck, I will, baby." His left hand ran down your body, thumb pressing against your clit, and you were coming undone before he could circle it, Eddie doing so first. It was his warm jets of cum that finally pushed you over the brink.

"Oh, my lord."

"Just your King, sweetheart." He continued thrusting you both to the utmost degree of pleasure possible while kissing your forehead. "I hope you're ready for more, sweetheart, because I'm not going to stop until you are with child."

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Hi I love your five and was wondering if you could do angst prompts 2, 6, and 21 for Robin cause I absolutely love her and the way you write her.

A request for my wifey? Oh absolutely. Hurts to break her heart

Thank you sm!!

“I don’t expect a happy ending. I just want an ending.”

“I pushed you away because you deserve better.”

“I hope you got what you wanted.”

Y/N didn't know where it all went wrong. She couldn't pinpoint where the destruction started. If she had the time, she would have caught it all from falling.

The love she shared with Robin was so real that neither of them knew what to do. Both were new to relationships, barely any experience under their belts with girls, and had no clue what to do once you fell in love.

Well Robin thought she knew. And she thought- run

Robin didn't expect to fall this hard for Y/N. Robin had her eyes set on Vickie for months, truly believing that was the girl that would change it all. She had no idea it would be Vickie's boyfriend's best friend that truly fucked her up in every direction.

Robin and Y/N started because of Vickie and her boyfriend, funny enough. Y/N hated third wheeling, but Ken always wanted her around. Plus Vickie adored her. Always saying "I just love you. Please come!"

And now she watches Vickie and Ken tongue each other at the arcade. Rolling her eyes as she wandered off on her own.

That's when she met Robin, a girl that was angrily beating the claw machine.

"which one do you want?" Y/N asked as she walked up.

Robin turned to look at the stranger that stood next to her. Blinking over and over to see if the angel in front of her was going to disappear.

"the lion" Robin muttered. Embarrassed that she was caught banging on the machine like a toddler

"I'm really good at these. Hold on"

Robin watched as the stranger used her own quarter, successfully winning the lion and handed it over.

"um thank you" Robin blushed, squeezing the lion in her hands

"I'm Y/N, and your name? Plus the lion?"

Robin laughed at her joke

"Robin and this little guy is definitely Pedro."

And that's where it all began.

Robin later learned she was a friend of Vickie's, hating now that they did double dates.

Robin was trying to move on, and apparently she couldn't move on very far.

Y/N never noticed Robin's long glances towards Vickie. Never once picking up on the thought that Robin was incapable of moving on from the red head. No idea Robin had a crush on her in the first place.

Y/N wished she did know. Maybe she could have stopped herself from falling.

She wished Robin just thought it all through before making her fall in love.

Y/N knew she wasn't supposed to hear it. The fast whispers between Robin and Steve as they stalked shelves with movies.

All Y/N wanted to do was be a good girlfriend, bring lunch and kiss on Robin's break.

Hearing her girlfriend declare she was in love with Vickie was not what she was planning to hear.

"Steve what the fuck do I do? I'm dating practically a fucking angel. I seriously think God sent her down here to fix the world. And she adores me. She loves me. She treats me well. She's perfect and here I am lying to her. I'm fucking in love with Vickie and letting Y/N treat me like gold. What do I do?" Robin ranted, quickly losing her breath as she panicked.

"I have no idea. I think you need to be honest with her. I think the best decision would be to break up. Y/N doesn't deserve a girl that isn't all for her. She needs someone who treats her the way she treats you."

For once Steve Harrington knew exactly what a girl needed to hear.

Y/N never told Robin she heard their conversation. She wanted to see if Robin would tell her the truth.

But as weeks passed, Y/N knew Robin was never going to tell her. So she began to distance herself from Robin. Slowly learn a life where Robin wasn't the main lead anymore. She needed the comfort that she would be alright with Robin gone.

Robin noticed the random distance between her and her girlfriend. Y/N seemed so robotic. Like her movements were inhuman. So stiff and solid. She never kissed Robin anymore. Her body barely even skims past her anymore.

So Robin did the dumbest thing possible - confront her girlfriend.

Simply asking her but seemed to be the problem lately.

Y/N had the opening and a chance to close the door on her and Robin forever.

"you just seem to be pushing away" Robin whispered gently, trying to touch her girlfriend's hand but never succeeding.

"maybe I pushed you away because you deserve better.” Y/N answered. In some way she must have been wrong for Robin. She must not have been a good enough girlfriend to keep her interested. Robin wanted something new, something better, she wanted Vickie.

"like who? You are easily the best out of everyone" Robin smiled but it quickly dropped as Y/N released venom in her next words

"even Vickie?"

"um what?" Robin laughed awkwardly. She made sure her crush on Vickie was so hidden and a secret.

"you heard me. You want Vickie. And you never wanted me. You are IN LOVE with her. IN FUCKING LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND!" Y/n raised her voice, pacing around Robin's bedroom. This was it and Y/N was prepared.

"Y/N.... I'm so sorry. I don't even know what to say." Robin sobbed quietly. She hated herself for this. She hated her heart for betraying her. She wanted to love this girl in front of her and she wanted to more than anything else. But she just couldn't

"You've told Steve plenty and that's all I needed to hear" Y/N sighed. Collecting her things and preparing to leave Robin's room, her house, and her life.

"Y/N WAIT PLEASE. I don't want to end things this bad with you" Robin was desperate. She didn't deserve Y/N as a friend but she couldn't live knowing she hated her guts

"this is the ending Robin. I don’t expect it to be a happy ending. I just want an ending. I hope you got what you wanted. We're done."

Robin watched as she went. She didn't deserve to stop her or even have the words to stop her.

Her mind wanted Y/N

But her heart wanted Vickie

Neither were going to win

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starseneyes · 1 year

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Chenford REWIND- Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 4 Ep 8 & 9

I'm LOVING y'all's requests. Please keep 'em coming! The second I saw chenfordfan2386 request these two, I knew it had to be done. I'm a huge Peyton List fan, and I love episodes that dive deeper into our favorite characters.

SPOILER ALERT: If you like to live an un-spoiled life, this is not the post for you. I try to write these as though I'm seeing them for the first time, and will definitely spoil these episodes and include references to episodes previously aired.

Everybody ready and know what to expect? Great! Let's dive in.

Hit and Run

"I'm losing to Smitty?" "Oh, that's embarrassing."

I love how Tim is commenting on this discussion even as he's pretending not to be a part of it. Lucy looks up at him, a smile on her face like, "you're hopeless".

"You know what would really help? An endorsement from someone who is respected within the department."

Tim looks to Nolan, incredulous. But watch how his face shifts when he looks to Lucy. There's a subtle shift as she leans closer to him, trying to get him to give in.

"No. No. Don't drag me into this. No. I have never endorsed a candidate, and I never will."

Small detail, but I love it. Tim reaches for Lucy's camera first. He hands it to her before getting his own.

"Genny!" "Sergeant Bradford."

As soon as Genny approaches and hugs Tim, Lucy gets out of the way. She has no idea who this woman is, but Genny is making Tim smile and getting physical affection without hesitation. She has to be important to him, right?

"So, what are you doing here?" "I just wanted to see my big brother."

Look at the shift in Lucy Chen with this information! This isn't Tim's new gorgeous girlfriend he's never mentioned. It's his little sister!

"Oh! Hi! I'm Lucy Chen. I know that we just met but if you have any embarrassing stories from his childhood that would be..."

Tim gives a nice glare at Lucy and she shuts up... for now. C'mon, you know Lucy is gonna get that dirt!

"Because I know why you're here, and I've made my position very clear."

Take note, here, that Tim is speaking cryptically. Because, this is a tie back to the worst part of his life, the most broken parts of himself, and the source of so much of his trauma.

Lucy doesn't know how bad it was. Yes, after DOD he opened up enough to tell Lucy that his father "tuned [him] up on the regular"... but that didn't paint the whole picture.

And having his little sister here is going to re-open all those wounds that nobody, save maybe Isabelle, has ever seen.

This tops everything that ever went wrong with her. This is the foundational heartache that defined so much of Tim and how he lives his life. This is the place his nightmares were born and his need for stability and to protect his heart.

But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Why don't I do one of those ride along thingees? That way, we could have the whole day to catch up." "Yeah, see, you gotta get permission to do a ride along. It's a long process. A ton of paperwork." "Hey, you're a Sergeant, now, you can just approve it yourself."

Lucy knew what she was doing. Does she know exactly what will be discussed? No. But she can see that Tim's avoiding something he needs to face, and the psychology girl in her can't ignore it.

"Did Tim have any nicknames when he was a kid?"

I love Genny's look to Tim on this one. Like, "Is this person for real?"

"Oh, yeah, he tried to highlight his hair right before Prom. He ended up looking like Slim Shady."

I. Love. Lucy's. Positioning. She is literally turned completely toward him, this goofy grin on her face, drinking every second in.

There's a freedom in how she's talking with Genny, how she's watching Tim, and I think about later in the episode when she finds out he's not single... and how I'm glad she didn't know before this scene.

Because look at how happy she is. She's loving every little morsel, learning more about Tim. Yes, she's out for the embarrassing stuff, right now. But, don't you love even the silly facts you learn about the person you love?

"Oh, you know what, I think I have a picture of it." "Oh my god, yes!" "Genny." "What? You'd rather I keep this photo private? That's fine. Let's talk about Dad." "I have nothing to say."

He tries to catch eyes with his sister in the rearview mirror. He's still talking in short-code, not wanting to go further. While Genny knows all the details, of course, he isn't ready to be that vulnerable with Lucy, especially now that he's seeing someone.

Go with me... have you ever had a friend who kinda served as a placeholder for something romantic? I had a gay friend like that back in high school. We were super close and people thought we were dating, but neither of us had any interest in each other. We just did all the couply things together because neither of us had a person.

Lucy once realized she was doing it with Jackson, and I think after the events of 4x01, Tim realizes he was starting to do it with Lucy. Let's be real, he's been doing those things forever with Lucy. But, I think he started to notice and it scared the shit out of him.

His ex-wife was a Rookie with him. They were both officers. She was UC. And there are too many similarities there even if Lucy is a completely different person from Isabelle.

I firmly believe part of why Tim is seeing someone nobody knows about is because he wants to date someone separate from the station to convince himself that he can.

He needs to convince himself that there's nothing between him and Lucy, because he is in no way ready to face it.

So, of course he doesn't want to let Lucy into his heart and personal life further. He wants to keep her where he is since some part of him knows he can never push her back to where she was before the veils started to fall.

"Okay. What's your cell phone number? I'll text it to you." "Genny-"

Lucy is all smiles. Because she still doesn't get it. Lucy might've forgotten Tim's one sentence about his father post-DOD (for goodness sake, that scene had a lot going on). She was in a fragile mental state, and after Tim returned her ring, I wouldn't blame her if she forgot 90% of what he said.

"You are impossible." "I'm impossible? Lucy, who's more difficult? Me or Tim?" "Of course she's gonna pick me."

I cackled so hard the first time I heard this line that I had to rewind for the rest of the scene. How Melissa O'Neil kept a straight face is beyond me, but it makes it all the funnier.

"Because you are the most stubborn person alive. Which, by the way, is why you're still single." "First of all, I'm not. And second-" "Wait. What? You're seeing someone?" "This is insane. There's an armed and dangerous suspect at large. We gotta focus."

How long has he been riding with Lucy and said nothing about this chick? Now, we all know Tim likes to pretend that there's no personal business in that Shop, but this episode proves that particular rules is constantly in flux.

Lucy was doing a good job at staying out of the sibling fight and concentrating on her work... until she heard Tim wasn't single. He redirects and she holds up her hand. The wife equivalent of, "Alright, we've had this fight before, no point having it, again. I got it."

But Tim slides a look back at Lucy. He didn't meant to say anything about his new girlfriend in front of Lucy, but he's so comfortable with her, he forgot himself.

That's what it really boils down to. If it had been almost anyone else in the Shop, he wouldn't have been that transparent.

But he's comfortable enough around Lucy to say things without thought. And the last thing he wants to do right now is let her in more.

"What is your favorite show? Mine is House Hunters International." "Oh my god, the best."

Can we just take a moment to appreciate these future sisters-in-law bonding? Lucy and Genny definitely understand one another, and I have a feeling their kids are gonna grow up together with sleepovers, movie nights, and fun DIY projects. What? A gal can dream, right?

"Maybe I should just let it go, but that house was my childhood home. I don't wanna tear it down. I want another family to live there and make happy memories." "Of course! I moved out ten years ago, and when I think of home, I still think of my parents house."

Lucy is being conversational and compassionate. But she doesn't understand. Tim can't take anymore, and he pulls over.

Watch. Tim's. Hand. Eric Winter is an actor who acts all the way through his fingers and his toes. And you can really see it here with how his hand is suddenly unsteady on the wheel.

Because "home" is a hard word for someone who grew up in an unstable one. Genny was more shielded from it, even though she grew up around it. When you're the target of the anger and frustration... it's just different.

You think of the "house" and know it was never a "home". Not for you. Not for Tim. Tim grew up in a house. "Home" denotes a certain level of safety that was never afforded him.

No, he can't take another minute of this. He can't pretend that he's not mentally back there—just a helpless kid who did nothing to deserve what happened.

"What's wrong?" "Tim? Look, I know you don't feel the same way I do, but our childhood wasn't all bad."

Gosh. It's like talking to my little brother. I'm Tim and he's Genny, and the younger one was somehow so shielded despite growing up in the same house. There are legit tears in my eyes, because it's so darn hard. If not for my journals I kept religiously, I might question my own memory when talking to him.

"Stop. Alright? Are you really getting nostalgic over that place? What do you want? Some other family to just cuddle up under the broken plaster where dad slammed my head against the wall?"

We finally see Lucy, again. She's been cut out of this since they pulled over. But, we get to see her react. Because now she gets it.

There's so much for her to unpack, here about how this informs who Tim is, why he makes the choices he does, and how he's gotten so broken over the years. He didn't have a great foundation.

"Dad had a lot of demons." "Dad was a monster." "He's changed. You haven't seen him in 20 years." "The only thing that's changed is that the drinking caught up with him. He can't throw a punch, but he's the same guy underneath." "He's not, and you'd know that if you'd visit the hospice." "Not in a million years."

Tim hasn't glanced at Lucy once during this. It's not about her. But, in an indirect way, this shows, again, how close they are.

He's not censoring himself in front of Lucy. He's speaking freely about something very personal. Later he might re-think it, but in the moment he's comfortable enough for this scene to happen.

"Hospice?" "I had to move him out of Assisted Living last month. Dad's dying."

Hospice care in America is usually the end of the line. No chance of recovery. Make you comfortable until you pass.

And there's nothing anyone else can say at that moment. Tim's barely keeping it together, and it's been a long time since we've seen him this broken in the Shop.

But it really can work that way. One word. One memory. One reference that throws you back into the worst of it all. And suddenly, all the emotions you felt then but weren't allowed to show flood you to the point that you're barely containing yourself, and it was all so long ago you'd think the wounds had healed.

Tim needs to get his head back in the game. So, he wordlessly pulls back into traffic.

"When you were 7 years old he dropped you in Griffith Park with a compass and made you find your way home." "Which I did." "Tim Test."

How fast he looked at her. Lucy catches his glance and realizes how it hit. She didn't mean it to, but it hurt. Because that comparison to the person you want least to be like is agony... even if the words weren't intended to burn. They sear into your flesh and you start to re-examine yourself to see if there's a trace of them there.

You share the same DNA, but that doesn't mean you're the same. Your choices define you, and you have to believe that you can break cycles or else you'll break apart.

Lucy just equated Tim to his father. She didn't mean anything by it, but the barely breathed, passing thought is imprinted in Tim's memory, now.

"Uh, Tim, listen... your sister needs you." "Lucy-" "I realize that I'm overstepping here, but just hear me out. It's clear that you got the worst of it with your father, but she lived through it with you. Instead of arguing about how bad your dad was or wasn't, maybe as children of... of abuse, you would be better off supporting each other."

The way he looks away on "abuse" reminds me of how he reacted when she said he had a learning disability. These are not things Tim likes to think about or face. But Lucy has never seen them as a branding on his life, merely parts of who he is.

She doesn't label him to ostracize him or set him apart. She tries to help him understand how these things exist within him, but don't define him.

And, oh, my little brother was such a pill growing up. Such a pill. But he was also the first person to ever say I didn't deserve the verbal and emotional abuse I received. He was only 13, but it meant the bloody world. I was 17, and I truly believed I got what I deserved. I wish I'd never lived through it, but I'm infinitely thankful for my brother so I didn't have to go through it alone.

"Ready to go?" "Yeah."

Lucy wordlessly gets out of the way of the siblings, but Tim can't take his eyes off of her, and Genny noticed.

Come on. She's his little sister. Much as he said he wasn't single and has somebody, she has already clocked that there's something between these two.

"Look, I'm really sorry about today. I should have listened more." "I agree. But thanks for saying it. It means a lot." "I'm still not going to see him."

Tim put up a boundary, and that's healthy. It's so hard to set boundaries, sometimes, and I really do applaud Tim that he set his. He owes his father nothing. And much as Genny doesn't agree with it, she needs to learn to respect it.

Sure, Tim could benefit from some therapy and really processing through his trauma. Genny's not wrong in that. But Tim's not going to go unless Tim is willing to go, and berating him is no way to get through to him.

"If you're free this weekend, maybe we could go by the place, see what needs to be done, and you can give us an estimate." "Did you just say 'we'? As in you're gonna help?" "I checked out some comps in the neighborhood. We could get a million for that place easy. Plus, it shouldn't all fall on you."

I think it's marvelous that before Lucy told him to be there for his sister, he was already looking at comps. He was already thinking about it.

Lucy, in this case, echoed the best parts of Tim. Sometimes she helps him find those better parts. But, he's learning, again, how to listen to them on his own.

That's so much progress for his character. And it's so beautiful to watch him blossom.

"Could I have everyone's attention, please? I would like to formally give my endorsement for Union Rep to a man who has the backs of every officer in this station, John Nolan."

Did. You. See. Lucy!? As Nolan moves through the crowd hand-shaking, Lucy cocks her head at Tim. Tim cocks his head back.

Because she's proud of him. He just did something he's never done, that he said he'd never do, because he knew it was the right thing. Smitty would run the whole thing into the ground.

Tim took action to help the entire station, and he's opening himself up just a little more to the people around him.

And Lucy is such a huge part of that. She always will be. But... that's a story for another Meta.

Breakdown

AKA "The One Where I Cry The Whole Time"

"Well, Nolan says an open-concept sells better-."

Excuse me... I gotta cut you off right there because... Lucy Chen is in your childhood house? Lucy Chen is helping you with Demo? Lucy Chen is here instead of the person you're dating?

Tim... and I say this with all love... what the hell? You invited your coworker to come help you with this and thought we'd, what, not notice!? Your sister must be standing there thinking, "My big brother is in denial!"

"Do you remember how Mom used to make us pose by the window for every formal dance?" "Oh my gosh, my Mom did that, too. And I always had to have a wrist corsage." "Yes! Why was that ever a thing?"

Tim. Are you seeing this, Tim? This is sister-in-law energy. Clearly, you need to throw that lifeguard chick back to the ocean because the woman you're going to marry is right here... And you're the one who invited her.

"No. No more reminiscing. This is about fixing up the house and selling it." "Wait. Wait. Wait. Hold on. I mean, you guys are ending a huge chapter in your lives. You guys need closure." *Tim turns on the tool* "What?" "I said you need closure." "What?" "You're an idiot."

Huge. Married. Energy. Like, my husband and I do stupid stuff like this. And Genny is right there.

Also, let's talk about how far Tim and Lucy have come. Yes, Lucy has always stood up to Tim when he needed it. But this is downright flirty. Like, this is Girlfriend talk, not Sergeant's Aide talk.

"You guys are so lucky. I begged my Mom and Dad to have a sibling. They got me a turtle. Uh, it was cute, but a little smelly." "Cute and smelly pretty much sums up Tim's teenage years. You didn't miss much." "Wow. And to think I was actually excited when they brought you home from the hospital."

I love how freely Tim speaks to his sister in front of Lucy. Think about Season 1 Tim. He would never. But the fortified walls that once separated them have all come down. Thin veils are all that remains.

"What is it?" "There's something in the wall." "Oh, is it my Malibu Barbie? It's worth a lot, now." "No, it's metal... What the hell is a gun doing in our wall?"

This isn't Chenford, but it's so important to the story, and it makes me think of the previous episode when Tim talked about his Dad breaking the plaster with Tim's head... Looks like good ole Dad did a lot of repairs, so as kids, Genny and Tim wouldn't have even thought it strange. It was part of the cycle of abuse.

"We need to run ballistics." *aggressive head nodding from Tim* "Wait, you don't actually think it was used in a crime?" "It's our job to find out."

Tim looks to Lucy on this one. It's not hard for him to imagine his father the villain. He is too distracted by this weapon to think of anything else. Because thinking of Dad brings back up all those things he's tried to shove down and not face.

"Look, we'll be back as soon as we can." "But it's your day off. You said you'd help." "It won't take long. Come on, Chen."

Tim's in work-mode. But let's not pretend he's completely objective. Some part of him needs to know where this gun came from... to know if the Monster who raised him is even more of a Monster. Could there finally be some punishment for all the horrible things he's done?

But Genny's frustrated. She doesn't understand this part of Tim, and she's frustrated because for the last 20 years, Dad has been her responsibility.

She's been the one dealing with his medical care, with moving him from facility to facility, with visiting him and trying to be a caring daughter, all while not even living in LA.

They're not communicating. And they can't see this from the same viewpoint because though they grew up in the same house, they have different childhoods.

You might think, "that's impossible", but it's true. Some parents play favorites. Some parents dole out all the abuse on one child. Some parents are negligent toward one child and not the other.

It's very possible to grow up in seemingly the same environment and have completely different experiences. That's Tim and Genny. But she's tired of carrying the burden, and he's blind to his emotions clouding his vision.

"I knew you'd find some excuse to leave." "Genny. This is serious." "It's fine. Go."

Tim takes the out, but Lucy can feel the tension, and she's trying to mediate between her husband and sister-in-law.

"She's got a point. You could have called someone to handle this. You still can." "A good Sergeant doesn't create work for his officers. Even on his day off." "And it's not at all about the emotions this house is stirring up?" "It's just a house."

Because even Tim Bradford "Supercop" has blind spots. We see it in 5x12 (and, yes, that's all I'm saying on it) and we see it here. There are times when Tim can't be objective—and I'm so thankful Lucy Chen is there to keep him in check today.

"Ballistics came back on the gun we found in the wall." "That was fast." "Yeah, I mean, I had to buy a case of Girl Scout cookies from Derek's kid. You're welcome."

Married. We've seen Tim pull strings for Lucy, before, getting calls sent to him to help her with her checklist, and whatnot. Now, we see Lucy spending her own money to help rush ballistics on the weapon.

There's no guarantee that rushing ballistics would have gotten them back to Genny sooner. No, this is about getting Tim the answers he needs as fast as possible.

"Monica is not a solid alibi. They were having an affair. My mom didn't know, but I did."

Tim was 14. Just a kid. But he was protecting his mom. We had a babysitter, once, who left us outside a bar while they went in and got drinks. We had another who had a physical altercation with her husband in front of us and yanked us out of bed, riding through the night until we found a safe place to crash.

I distracted my little brother so he didn't realize what was going on. I didn't tell my Mom. I knew she had such a hard time finding babysitters with her hours, and we didn't want to add to her burdens.

It sucks being a kid who has to think like an adult. And that was Tim.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're going to question your father's mistress? ... You can't be the one to question her. We need to do this right."

Tim's objectivity is skewed, here, and Lucy can see it. Also, can we talk about how many times Lucy uses "we" in this episode? The gun "we" found. "We" need to do this right. She's using an awful lot of inclusive language, which is better for getting through to Tim, but also really telling. Even on their day off, they're a unit.

"You do it."

Tim points to her in a "you're right" movement, then hands over the case file. And can we just talk about the trust that these two have built up over the years?

Tim was her TO and he came down hard on every little mistake she made. Now, he has full trust in her abilities, including handling the most personal case that's ever come their way.

Tim Watches. Lucy Looks Back.

She knows he's behind her, watching everything. He's separated from it by the glass, but still there. And when his father's mistress rises to leave, Lucy casts a glance back at him.

Lucy's smart enough to know he's headed for the hallway, and she know his objectivity is nonexistent.

"Tim?"

It's likely been 20 years since she saw him. He was just a kid the last time they saw one another. And since he's in plainclothes, she has no idea if he's here because of his family or because he's a cop.

And I think it's so heartbreaking and tragic that Tim would face one of the hardest cases of his career personally without wearing the security of his uniform. We know he always has his badge on him, but this is different.

For so long, Tim has used his identity as a cop as his center. He doesn't have that protection today. He's a man... once a boy... hurting.

"She's covering for him." "Maybe, but we can't prove it."

There's that inclusive language, again. Lucy is letting Tim know that she's on his side, that he isn't alone, that they're together on this. For so long, Tim has operated as a lone wolf. He blocks out help, even from those who care about him.

But Lucy's here to let him know that he isn't alone. And she can only hope her message is getting through.

"Oh, man. Never thought I'd see your face, again."

No "My boy". No "I missed you". In his opening greeting, we get a stark look at what kind of man this is. We've had Tim and Genny's perspectives, sure. But, now we get to see the man for ourselves.

"Wow. Liver really did a number on you, old man."

Tim's distancing himself. He's protecting himself by trying not to think of this man as his father. Sure, lots of people say, "My old man" but it's not the same as "Dad" or "Daddy" or even "Papa".

When I first met my father, I called him by his first name. It took a while before I was ready to call him "Daddy". There's something sacred about that name... something Tim never had in a father.

"You always seem to have someone looking after you, even when you don't deserve it."

Oh, Tim. Because if you look back at Tim's life, he never seems to think that he deserves it. His friends try to be there for him, and he shirks from it. He pulls back. He shifts away.

"Because I saw you two together when I was 13." "Oh, crap." "For some reason that I still don't understand, I lied to Mom. I lied for you."

Because... he's still your father. And I totally get this. I totally understand that part of you that loves the person who's abusing you. That part of you that wants what you don't have and you half-wish that you can make them the parent you need.

You'll do anything for them because you think maybe if you do enough, they'll actually love you. They'll actually want you. They'll stop hurting you. You can have that relationship you always wanted. It's that hope that hurts so horribly because it's never enough.

Tim has tears in his eyes. He's facing the monster to try to get to the truth, because some part of him needs the answer. And if his hunch is right, he can finally see his father face judgment for something.

"Poor little Tim-Tim. What are you bitching about? You kept your mouth shut. You did good. Now, get over it."

"Good"? GOOD!?! You fucking psychopath of a human being. No wonder Tim ran as far as he could.

But, oh, I get this, too. Watching them do something you know is wrong and them expecting you to cover for them. They expect it. And anything less is betrayal.

"And so what if I did?"

Tim's father takes out his oxygen and stands. Watch how Tim braces himself when he does. He's ready for the punch.

"Get back in bed." "Make me."

He's asking for a fight—to prove that his son is no different than he is. Inviting him to take the first swing, to prove that he's a "man" in his father's eyes. But Tim looks away.

Little Tim would never have punched back. And adult Tim wants to be nothing like the man before him.

His father misses the complexity of that moment. He sees only a victory.

"Yeah. That's what I thought."

This line hit me really hard, but not for the reasons you might think.

See, as much as we fight to distance ourselves from those people... they still raised us. We still have them in us. It's a choice every day to be a different person and write a better life.

And the phrasing here sounds like Tim. Tim has a tendency to use "Yeah" as a singular statement and follow it up with another. His father is a part of him.

But that doesn't define Tim. Because every day, Tim has made the decision to be a better man in spite of the one who raised him.

"I brought Monica Ochoa back in." "Why? Because I knew there was more to her story. You couldn't see past the version that you wanted to see." "What'd she say?"

Lucy has always had Tim's back. But I also love that all it took for Tim to listen to Lucy was for her to tell him he was wrong.

There have been times she has called him out (so many times) that he didn't want to hear it. But he and Lucy have come so far.

"You brought me a present." "Think of it more as a push."

Oooooh, the shade. There's a show called Resident Alien, and when the main guy met the main girl's awful mother, he left her with "Smoke more" as a farewell. Same vibe, here.

Tim is letting his father know that, no, he won't end him. But he's not afraid to escort him to the end.

"Monica confessed." "Leave her out of this." "Frank was beating her. She fought back. She shot him. She was terrified, so she ran to you. You came up with the burglary story, helped her stage the house, then you hid the gun in case the cops got too close and you needed to frame someone else."

He's sticking to the facts, this time, instead of conjecture. He's looming over his father, this time, standing closer so he has to look down at him instead of across the room. It's different, this time.

"He was a brutal, abusive bastard. She deserves a medal for what she did." "He was an abusive bastard?" "What? You think I'm like him? I was nothing like Frank. I taught you what you needed to know, son. You're a man, now, because of me."

Toughen up, Rachel. Stop crying, Rachel. You're too soft, Rachel. You need a thicker skin, Rachel.

And somehow they can see it in someone else, but are blind to it in themselves. Because they have a justification for what they've done.

"I'm who I am in spite of you."

Yes. Tim. Bradford. Yes, you are. You looked at the Monster who tried to mold you to follow in his footsteps and said, "screw that". You chose to be your own man. You chose to end this horrible cycle of abuse. And now you get to say it to his face.

And the way his father has no response? It's perfect. Because you know some tiny morsel of what he said got through. Tim knows it, too. Look how he straightens a little... How now that he's said it aloud, he believes it himself.

"Goodbye, Dad. I hope it hurts."

It's the first time he's addressed his father by that name in the whole episode, and it's because he finally feels strong enough to say goodbye.

He'll never see that man, again, but this time he's said his piece and proved to himself that he the man he wants to be... not the Monster who raised him.

Tim walks out and closes the door. This is huge. Because last time he came here, he closed himself in with the Monster and he came alone. This time, he walked in and left the door open because he knew he had backup.

Tim knew Lucy was outside the door the entire time. She's had his back the entire episode, and this time when he came to face the man, he brought her with him. Some part of him knew he needed the support.

And this. is. huge. Tim Bradford takes care of his own problems. Tim Bradford doesn't ask for help. Right? No... Tim Bradford has isolated himself out of fear and trauma over and over and over, again. But today, he chose to let someone in—Lucy.

She heard all of that.

"You okay?" "No. He was protecting her. He never did anything to protect us, but his mistress? Broke half a dozen laws for her." "They picked her up. She's being processed right now. I don't think the DA is gonna prosecute your dad on his deathbed." "It doesn't matter. He'll get judged soon enough."

This whole episode, a part of Tim was hoping to see his father's judgment, to see him punished for the Monster that he was. This line right here shows he's accepted that it's out of his hands. And that's the way it has to be. He's releasing it.

Tim's looking away from Lucy... looking at memories she can't see.

When he does look to her, it's purposeful. He needs to say something.

"The Tim Tests? Those don't make me like him."

The way Tim's voice breaks here kills me. Because he's saying it aloud hoping he'll believe it, that he truly is nothing like that man. And hoping that she'll affirm it... because he'll believe her more than he'll believe himself.

Ever since Lucy mentioned the Tim Tests in the Shop, he's been thinking about it. He's been terrified that he mis-stepped and misjudged and maybe he messed up somewhere along the line. He's tried so hard not to be that man. But Lucy's words caused him doubt.

Because he cares how she sees him. No, they're not in a romantic relationship, here. He's dating someone else, so that's off the table. But, even now, mid Season 4, this is one of the most important relationships of his life. It matters how Lucy sees him.

He can dismiss the thoughts and opinions of so many others. But Lucy's is one of the few that counts. And he can't bear the thought of her thinking him a Monster.

"I know."

The first in a long line of "I know"s from these two. But watch how Tim's jaw clenches after she says it. He wants to believe it so bad, but some part of him isn't sure.

"You're nothing like him.."

Watch how he shakes his head along with her. He wants so badly to believe her, to know that she's telling the truth and not just what he wants to hear. Tim braces, pulling away. He leans away from her.

"Come here."

She echoes his words from 4x01 and puts her arms around him. he goes easily. No hesitation. He leans down to her, pressing his face against hers.

In this moment, he doesn't have to stand strong. The last time they hugged, he was the supportive one, tall and strong for her. This time, he's the one who needs to melt, and Lucy gives him the safe space to do it.

Just outside his father's room. A door separating him from the Monster. But in Lucy Chen's arms, Tim is safe.

"You're nothing like him."

And maybe, maybe, some part of him actually believes it since it's coming from her. The hug lingers. It's pure comfort. And it's exactly what she needs.

FAST FORWARD: Fans of 5x12 (like myself) might have been wondering where Tim got the snap shirt... this is a snap shirt. In fact, it might be the snap shirt. Someone with sharper eyes with mine might want to take a look. But it totally looks like the same shirt to me! (EDIT: It has been confirmed to NOT be the shirt, but at least we know Tim has snap shirts in his wardrobe prior to 5x12).

Moving on...

"Here. Let me help." "I got it. I'm good at cleaning things up on my own." "I know you are. I'm sorry I haven't been here to help more. I'm sorry I haven't been a better big brother."

You must be sitting here thinking, "Uh, Rachel. The last Chenford scene happened... why are you still writing?" Well, Chenford is nothing without Lucy AND Tim.

And who they are doesn't stop when they're apart. To truly appreciate this ship, I feel I need to look at both pieces in total as independent, beautiful characters. The Ship is nothing without them.

Tim has been so wrapped up in his own hurt that he's missed the burdens Genny has carried alone, as a result. But Tim needed the breakthrough that this episode afforded him.

"You're not that bad. When you're around." "Well, all that changes now. I'm coming to visit you every holiday. I'm gonna be calling you at least twice a week. And I will handle fixing up this place and selling it."

This is healing. No, it doesn't remove the scars or their phantom sting. But Tim Bradford spent so much time running away from his past that he missed the fact that he was also running from Genny. His little sister. Who really needed him.

"You should go home. Be with your family." "You're my family, too."

He needed to hear that. He is so worried that he screwed this up too much, that she would be too angry to love her big brother, still. And in four words, she soothed that fear away. You're still my brother.

"How about this? We fix and sell this place together, and then we'll both be done with it. All of it." "Deal."

Letting this go together is exactly what they both needed. Genny passes the broom to him, letting him share in the burden. And Tim gets right to work.

"Whatever happened with that gun?"

Tim doesn't even know where to start... so he keeps sweeping.

The growth that Tim is afforded by this pair of episodes is so needed. When we first meet Tim in the Pilot, he's a broken mess of a human functioning because he can lose himself in his work. He doesn't have to be a man when he's a cop.

Season 4 Tim has come around a lot, but he needed this healing to help him on his journey. He needed to finally be free of his father, not because he ran away, but because he faced him and released him and his hold.

Tim's healing has to come before he can be in a healthy relationship with Lucy Chen.

Look, I know what it's like going into a relationship when you're still dealing with un-healed trauma. Matthew and I had it on both sides. Yes, we fought through together. But, narratively, wouldn't it have been nice if the Universe had let us heal, first, so we'd be better for each other from the get-go?

The Writers afforded Tim and Lucy that opportunity. Does that mean Tim's trauma will never come up again? No. Does that mean Lucy's problems with her parents are a long-gone memory? No.

But whenever these two find one another, they will be healed enough not to destroy the relationship with their pain. When their traumas inevitably pop up, they can face them together from a point of some healing rather than completely raw agony.

Raw was Tim Bradford when we first met him. He has come so far. And he's a better man for it. Not just for Lucy, but for himself. He deserves healing and to find true hope.

Not the false hope that an abusive person will magically change their ways and be the parent he needed... but hope in the form of friendship, family, and a future. A truly beautiful future.

As ever, thanks for reading. Y'all are amazing, and I truly appreciate every Like, Re-Blog, and Comment. Can't wait to see ya on the next!

#Chenford #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #Lucy x Tim #Tim x Lucy #The Rookie #Meta

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seoness · 2 years

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(18+) Childhood Sweethearts

NSFW | (Book!) Sandor Clegane x Fem!Reader | Requested | Headcanon

This post does not contain explicit sex scenes, but uses explicit language and therefore is marked NSFW. Also, I've never written Headcanon... I tried to understand what it was so if I'm writing something completely different... A thousand apologies!!! I tried!

Question: I couldn't resist the urge to request Sandor hc because I absolutely adore him in your writing. Could I possibly request Sandor with reader? Maybe they were childhood sweethearts or best friends, but before "the burn" they were separated. They met much later when Sandor became the King's dog. How would Clegane react to his past friend if he still had feelings for them? Would he avoid them, would he try to frighten them, or would he desire to resurrect a forgotten friendship (or even love)? The reader can be any gender you want (the same applies to Sandor: he can be the book-version of Sandor or show-version, which one you like more)

First of all, thank you! I am so happy you enjoy my depiction of the Hound! I will be going with the book version since it leaves me with the most canon material to work with. So let's break this down.

But there's something we need to answer first.

Who are you?

Who would be able to survive being Sandor Clegane's childhood sweetheart? Who would you need to be because having Sandor's affection would make Gregor want to break you above everything else?

Pretext: Sandor tells Sansa in the books that he was about six or seven when he was burnt, and Gregor is five years older than him, making him about eleven or twelve. We know he was a squire at the time, a force in the yard, already six feet tall (about 180 cm) and muscled like an ox. Servants aren't safe around him. The larger noble houses wouldn't pay the Cleganes much mind seeing as they are such a small and - more importantly - young house.

You are the sole child to a successful merchant. Your family made its riches on providing the nobility of the Seven Kingdoms with luxuries from the east. The Clegane lands are not far from Lannisport and your father's estate is on their border. The Cleganes were and are by no means rich. To fund his house Gregor Clegane tourneyed. The late Lord Clegane must have faced similiar issues and forging a bond with a rich merchant would have been to his benefit just as it would have been for a merchant hoping to have his family marry into nobility. You might have been baseborn but your upbringing was on par with any lady. A generous donation to the Motherhouse of Lannisport afforded you a septa, and while you didn't have a maester to tutor you, the many cunning minds willing to spare their time for gold did.

But doesn't the Mountain have a horrible history with women? How could a girl survive him?

Far better than a boy of similar stature.

As a boy you would have been expected to interact with the Mountain far more, to spar in the yard, to ride with him, each an opportunity for one of the mysterious "accidents" that surrounded young Gregor to occur...

A girl of your standing would never have been left alone with someone of the other sex not of her own blood. Your shield would have been the skirt of your septa and mother. At feasts, you would have been forced to sit beside Gregor, but it had one upside. You sat close to your best friend. Sandor never spoke to you while Gregor was near, he never said much of anything then, it was so different from the boy that would come to the edge of your estate. Your very own knight. Ser Sandor Clegane was as gallant as Ser Florian and as faithful as the Dragonknight. Every quest you sent him on, he fulfilled. Your septa allowed it, the harmless play of children.

Before Sandor Clegane was sworn sword to the Crown Prince, he was yours. Shielding his lady and her septa as you explored the strange forest surrounding the manse. The dagger in his belt had made your septa nervous, but Sandor never allowed you to play with it.

Only once did the two of you fight. You had picked up a stick for a sword, and no sooner did Sandor break it in two, cursing underneath his breath. How wide-eyed the boy had become as you burst out crying. A crying that turned to a wail as your septa slapped his cheeks red.

The morning after, he had watched you from the edge of the forest. Sandor never said he was sorry, just shoved a basket of blackberries in your hands and ran away.

The next day your game started anew. He would make offerings, more blackberries, and pretty flowers. Sandor guarded you against the vile Lord Frog of the pond and built an armada of ships to send down the rushing creek.

Your septa prepared you for life ahead, for a time when you'd be grown but Sandor made you want to stay a child forever.

Then one day, your knight never returned...

You tried to find him. Running away into the forest in search of your knight, but one of the servants or your father's guards always caught you. It wasn't like you'd find the Clegane Keep on your own. So you called out from your window like all the princesses in the songs but your knight never answered.

It didn't matter how much you cried or screamed when your mother told you the manse would no longer be your home. Not even Father listened to you as you made your case. He didn't realize, so stupid and old. How couldn't he understand that a lady was to wait in her castle for her knight to return?

"Look around you, little one. I have not been able to afford us this life from lacking to see what the future holds and no good shall come to us from staying. Those that clammer to investment no longer worth it, die with it."

You wouldn't understand those words for a long time.

Until you met again...

You were a memory, and no matter how much Sandor Clegane tried to will it away, you remained.

The boy who believed in knights and their holy vows hadn't died the day his face was raked through the burning coals. He too lingered, hoping against hope, but Rhaegar Targaryen put him out of his misery the day he tapped his sword on Gregor's shoulders. About bloody time. But you? You somehow fucking survived.

He only wallowed in the memories you made together when drunk. They were just about the only good he had from his childhood, but time had left them hazy, only flickers in his mind. You had played songs to him, ones your septa taught you on the lyre, but your tiny fingers had difficulty plucking the strings just right. Each slanted note made your nose scrounge up, and your cheeks burn redder still, and Seven Hells how you glared as he had giggled. The fool of a boy who'd thought he'd be the luckiest sod that ever was if you would hold his hand and explode if you pecked his cheek.

The man's fingers ran over the twisted skin, scratching as if it rid him of the mark. Sucking at his teeth, the Hound would fill himself another cup of wine.

Drunker still, he'd imagine himself another life, one where Gregor was never born, one where his father had you sitting next to him at feasts. With time, he'd have mustered the courage to hold that hand and earn that sweet little kiss; with time, he'd grow to want more. He wouldn't be like those Lord Husbands that took his prick to everything that moved. He'd treated you right.

As long as the wine doesn't sour in his stomach, you'll be a dream for an evening... but the Hound is the Hound, and it usually ends with cursing your existence. What does your life look like now? Wedded to some merchant prince? Bet you never think of him. Not that you'd recognize him now, you'd look the other way as everyone else. He's no song.

In the evenings you bother his mind the most he'll seek an escape. He'll tumble dice if whoring and drinking don't do the trick. Not to win, the Hound waits for anyone to cheat, and King's Landing never lacked in that regard. A good excuse as any to hit someone.

All hail King Joffrey Baratheon, the first of his name!

The first day of Joff holding court was for the nobles, those daring to swear fielty. Petty lords and ladies hoping to curry favor by being first, and every other sent some vassal. The Hound had gone to Joffrey's side by the throne that day as a sworn sword, and on the second, he stood beside his King a Kingsguard. A white cloak hung heavy from his shoulders, but the rest would be the same. Those not born of noble blood were to present their new King with gifts.

And there you were... A ghost, a lost friend to a boy long dead.

Sandor kept you in the corner of his eye. He could see the east on you. The layers of light linen peaking out underneath the myrish silk dress, its wrapping kept close by golden clasps. So he wasn't off on his predictions. You belonged to some merchant prince, didn't you? Made one of the Free Cities your home? Bravos? Myr? Qohor?

Damn this, damn you. He wanted to look away, twist so you'd not see the burn as you walked towards the throne with your servants in tow. Couldn't do that. Couldn't care. You were no one, for fuck sake, it wasn't like he knew you. Not really. He knew the girl you'd once been. You were grown now. You'd probably gotten as rotten as the rest of them.

You offered your gifts, bowed, and said your pleasantries. It was unnerving. He heard the remnants of the girl that had once offered him an escape in your voice.

The Hound's stomach churned. 'You repulsive cunt. How kind the world has been to you'. His mouth twitched as your eyes met. You should have stayed wherever the fuck you'd been hiding all these years.

After he was free of his duties, Sandor didn't stay long enough to be handed new ones, marching through the halls of the Red Keep and set on locking himself in his sleeping cell of the White Sword Tower. He reached its door before the thought struck.

This was a blessing. He'd kill you. The boy you had dubbed a knight was long dead, and you needed to die too. The memories of you were a weakness. Every morn after you had slithered your way into his mind the eve before, Sandor felt like shit. Bugger that, bugger you.

Sandor's new brothers of the Kingsguard didn't dare question or stop him when he barked that he'd take leave for the evening.

One fool makes another...

The Red Keep wouldn't be where you slept for the night but it wasn't hard to figure out where it be. Those that had the gold but were denied room atop Aegon's Hill, clambered to the hills of either Visenya or Rhaenys. Anything that would take them up from the streets below and the stench of urine, horse manure, and vomit.

It had gone late into the night when the Hound walked up one of the many streets of Rhaenys Hill, the ruins of the Dragonpit towering high above.

"Sandor!"

No one called him that. No one dared. Yet there you stood on one of the balconies overlooking the street below, the woman he was to ruin, smiling and waving...

You didn't cower behind the railing, no you were the fool that invited him inside. Made his work easy for him, he'd enter and you'd get yourself a good look.

A servant, his common broke heavily in the Myrish tongue, opened the door and guided him to the upper floor. The door was not even fully opened before you offered wine.

Might as well, it'd be easier work if drunk.

It was no wine sink, no cheap wine that cut like vinegar on one's tongue. Pale green nectar wine from Myr was too sweet for his taste, but a smooth Lyseni red lingered in his mouth. What fool of a woman you were, even made getting drunk easy.

You drank as well, your cheeks as red as the ones he remembered when you had played on the lyre. The memory slipped out. Shouldn't have, and you quickly picked up where he stopped.

Did you think them sweet words? Telling him that you hadn't known, that you had run off into the forest again and again to find him.

"I always wondered what happened to my knight," you said. "Not a knight," Sandor rasped, gaze locked on his cup. "Well, you were mine. I knighted you, do you reme-" He silenced you with a glare. This was it. He'd make you weep. You laid by some cushions on a seat, talking and drinking. Trying to fill the awkward silence that had risen. How quiet you became as he rose, walking past the table filled with flagons of wine, cheeses, and roasted nuts. Looming above... You were so close, your scent made his nose scrounge. Just needed to open his mouth. Find some curse, some insult, something to make those eyes wide and teary. Your face softened and a smile spread across your lips. "How much you've grown," you whispered. 'What?' Your gaze wandered to the side of his face, where fire had eaten away at his flesh. "Does it hurt?" "No." Your hands cupped his cheeks. "The Sandor I knew could have died from joy had he known he'd become a Kingsguard... I'm glad you're still here," the smile turned crooked, "even if you're no longer my blackberry knight." "Blackberry?" "What else?" you laughed. "I was seven, you cannot judge me too harshly."

Sandor doesn't return to the White Sword Tower for the night.

Conclusion

Sandor's instinct would be to avoid a childhood sweetheart but if unable to, he'll spiral and become hostile.

Self-sabotage in abundance.

The man is far from easy to court but the shared past will quicken the pace of your relationship's progress.

...was this headcanon??

#sandor clegane #sandor clegane x reader

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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Yo ! How are you doing ? :)

As an ADHD girl, I was wondering if I could request headcanons for Corazon, law and Luffy with a female SO who has ADHD (inattentive type) ?

To help you with it (especially if you are not familiar with it) my symptoms are :

-forgetting and loosing things constantly

-being overwhelmed when there's is too much things happening (especially at work), like multiple people talking close to me ect, If someone talks to me and there's someone else speaking loudly or close to me I won't be able to filter anything that's being said to me and I'll lag haha

- when I'm sitting I'm either constantly moving (fidgeting, scratching my skin all the time, looking around...) Or I'll look super calm and absent, zoning out completely and working on autopilot and just daydream constantly or planning stuff in my head

- I often get distracted during conversations, I think about something else and I'll miss half of what they were talking about. I'm either going to bid my head and deal with the little infos I got or ask "what is happening? What did you say?" Even though I was there looking at my friends the whole time and when they don't respond and move on I feel isolated :( I have two people close to me that often asks me if I understood everything and I often say no and they repeat, it helps me (but I know it's annoying to do so I don't expect it)

-I will often not look in someone's eyes when they are talking to me but looking around or let my eyes get lost in the void. I'm listening (if the conversation is short) and responding but idk why I won't look at you

- I actually harm myself fidgeting when I walk and scratch my leg with my shoes (I can't help it) and it gives me scares and I bleed :( (I'll try fidget toys and see if I can get over this)

-im so bad with time I constantly am paranoid of being late so I'm always one or two hours early at meetings because if I'm not too early I'm late, there's no I'm between (when I'm with my friends they must tell me to chill and that we will be on time if I follow their rythm and it helps)

-im afraid I'm being too obnoxious and childish sometimes :( so I often apologizes when I'm happy, (but recently I've been told I shouldn't because it's funny and it's nice to have some positive) example when I'm outside with people : "OH this is so pretty!", "It's so beautiful!", "Look at that tree ! So beautiful!!!" Every 10 seconds, jumping around ect. BUT with people I don't feel comfortable with or not enough I undereact to hide how easily excited I am to the point people think I'm not interested

I hope this helped! Thanks 😊

Hey! I'm doing well for a Sunday lol. Thanks for sending in your request. As someone who struggles with ADHD I totally related to your symptoms lol. I constantly lose track of my belongings, and have the worst time management ever. I have like 100 alarms on my phone and somehow manage to snooze them all. It's a problem. I know. Anyway, I wrote a few drabbles for you for this cute little headcanon. I hope you enjoy!

Corazon

eyes that (don’t) commit

He hadn’t noticed at first. It was a truth he’d be too ashamed to admit. He hadn’t noticed the way your eyes always flit from spot to spot–quick as a butterfly, your attention always split in between worlds. He hadn’t noticed the way you always responded a beat or two too slow, or the way you’d repeat his last words like a parrot–a cute one–as if that would help jog your memory; or perhaps you were stalling, trying to buy time.

He never really understood why; truthfully he didn’t see a reason for it.

You were you, and that was fine. You laughed at his jokes, and had once, very boldly, with your whole chest made fun of his laugh only to confess very quickly that you loved it too; loved how it made you laugh, and what more could Cora ask for?

Your laughter followed his own wherever it went. It didn't matter if your eyes didn’t. He knew your heart was with his.

Law

where focus goes energy flows

At first, it irritated him. You were unable to follow through for lengthy conversations. He’d be staring at a book, expecting you to understand his instructions. When he’d look up, you’d be staring blankly, a little smile on your lips.

It was both infuriating, and endearing.

You always seemed embarrassed after, deeply apologetic. You’d say the word over and over and over, like it would ease his heart. A ‘sorry’ did nothing for him. The expression on your face, the pained look behind your eyes was infinitely more worrisome than any bit of conversation that you had missed.

How many before him had failed to understand you? How many had turned your heart away because they lacked a certain kind of tolerance? He couldn’t tolerate the mere idea of it.

The day it finally clicked, he found you in a corner of the Polar Tang, as if you were trying to remember where you were headed. He chuckled beside himself, and gathered you in his arms, squeezing you tightly.

“I really hate it when you say: huh,” he could hear your voice now, see you blinking. It made the corner of his mouth twitch. “But it’s okay. You can keep saying it as many times as you need.”

Luffy

what a plot twist you were

The Sunny could be so loud sometimes; in so many ways. You could handle the chaos most of the time. You thrived in it, almost, the way there were always so many conversations going on at once. It did; however, become inconvenient when you were trying to pay attention to your boyfriend.

You were both sitting on the head of the Sunny, ocean vast and wide ahead of you. You knew you had been observing the rippling water, the way the waves became white and foamy as the ship sailed on. Then what had happened? You’re not sure.

It’s Luffy’s pinger poking your cheek that brings you back. You turn your head slowly to look at him, eyes wide, head empty. He smiles widely at you, a small wheezy laugh shaking his shoulders.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks brightly, eyes crinkling at the corners. You return his smile. This is what you loved about Luffy; this and many things. The easy way he made you feel like you belonged, right there next to him. No judgment. No pretenses.

“I don’t have any. Do I still get a penny?” you ask him. Luffy’s chuckles become softer, a little mischievous. His eyes narrow slightly, as he wrinkles his nose.

“How about a kiss?” he says and he leans to capture your lips with his.

#fic request #one piece headcanons #one piece hcs #donquixote rocinante #corazon x reader #corazon x you #one piece corazon #law x y/n #law x reader #law x you #one piece law #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #one piece luffy #one piece fluff #luffy fluff #law fluff

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littlegodzilla · 1 year

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Request for Part 2 of My Big Girl.

You and Norman have been dating for almost a year. He really wants to ask you to move in with him. He has a romantic dinner planned at his place. However, a few minutes before, he gets a phone call offering him a new part. Problem is he will have to relocate to [non-American country of your choice].

Norman decides that the director has to give you a part in the movie too. (You've made quite the career out of being a character actress). He decides to tell you the good news over dinner, and asking you to live with him in [country of your choice].

if you want to end the story there. that's cool. if you want to write more...

During the filming of the movie, a handsome costar (Andrew Lincoln? Joe Bernthal? Or your choice?) keeps trying to get you alone. You don't think this costar is attracted to you, so you are a little naive. However, he is very attracted to you and wants you all to himself.

It takes a while before Norman notices, but once he does, he is pissed off. How he handles the situation is up to you.

Feel free to do whatever amounts of fluff and smut you want. Only one requirement is a happy ending!

you know i love your stories! If you want to do this, I'll be so happy to read it. If not, there are no hard feelings!

Hiii!!

Someone asked me for more Norman's fanfics? Well here I am with the second part of My Big Girl.

Thanks sweetie for this wonderful idea! Count on me everytime you have new ideas, I'd love write them!!

I hope you all will like it!

Enjoy!!

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My Big Girl 2.

Norman Reedus x Plus Size Reader./ John Bernthal x Plus Siz Reader (Platonic)

Requested by: @minervadashwood

Warnings: Jealous. Fluff. Blonde Norman Reedus. Happy Ending.

Words: 3400.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @thefemininemystiquee @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @xxtinasxxblog @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338 @b-tchymoon @minervadashwood @darylssluttt @let-love-bleeds-red @ravendixon @livingdeadblondequeen

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He's nervous, for the first time since you've known each other, Norman is nervous to face you.

It's been a year since you started your relationship, a little over a year since you finished the movie where you met and since then he hasn't left your side. Without being dependent you have become a couple that spends as much time as possible together, when work doesn't overflow you always have a plan, whether enjoying the day in the city, or taking the bike and going out on the road, or lying on the couch watching a movie or in bed, where Norman enjoys for hours running through your body, tasting every sinful sound that comes out of your mouth.

A year and now he wants your relationship to be more stable, you're always going from one's house to the other's house, with no fixed place, no place to come back to or belong and it's mortifying him, a little. He's been thinking about how to tell you, how to propose this new step, but all his plans have gone down the drain with a phone call from his agent telling him that he has a new job for a new movie.

It was fantastic, the only problem was that he had to travel out of the country, for several months or maybe a whole year. He insisted that you could go, his rep promised him that he would see what he could do, but that he should talk to you.

He bites his fingernail anxiously before taking a deep breath and knocking on your door. A few minutes later you appear behind the door in surprise, but then you smile letting him in, share a long, sweet kiss before closing and escorting him into your living room.

"What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you today, why didn't you use your key?" you ask with a chuckle, you both have each other's house key, which gives you total freedom to pop in whenever you feel like it. Still for Norman it's not enough.

"I had to talk to you, I have good news." He smiles and curiosity is drawn on your face. "I've been cast in a new movie."

"Really? Oh God Norman, I'm so happy for you." You hug him and he lets go.

"Yes, but there's some bad news... I have to travel away for quite some time..."

"What do you mean away, how long?"

"We're going to Berlin, a few months, maybe a year." He informs you and bites his lip nervously. He sees at once how your face changes to a grimace of doubt and sadness.

"Oh, that's a long time and... wait, did you say 'we'?" You look at him confused but he quickly nods his head.

"Yes, I've managed to get them to be able to give you a part too, I want us to go together, I want us to find a nice house or an apartment where we can live together, no hotel like last time, I..."

"Norman, stop, stop." You stop him as you see him start to get excited with new ideas and plans. Your heart breaks, but you have to stop him. "Honey, I can't go with you..."

"W-what? Why not?" He looks at you worriedly, feeling his anxiety rising. "Has something happened?"

"Yes, but it's nothing bad, I got a part in a movie too, here in New York... and I accepted..." You whisper lowering your head, playing nervously with your hands.

Norman feels the air locking in his lungs. His eyes dart up and down you, surprise and disbelief shaking him, yet his stomach cringes as he sees that you are worried about his reaction and it kills him. He sighs long and a smile creeps across his face before he wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

"I'm so happy for you, honey." He tells you with full sincerity. "You deserve it, you love this profession more than anyone." He encourages you and when you break the embrace, he kisses you.

"I'd love to go with you, Norman..."

"It's okay, it's not that long either and we're going to keep in touch, right?" he shrugs downplaying it. "Nothing has to change."

Your smile grows bigger and you nod, excited and thrilled, hugging him again, sharing an intimate, love-filled kiss, however, you remember he's talked about living together, and you need to clarify that.

"About our house..." You start to speak, and you see the tips of his ears turn bright red.

You've left the move for when you're both back in the city, you haven't decided exactly where you want to live either, the city is New York, that's not in dispute, Norman is in love with that huge place, you don't care, you have to admit that thanks to living there your life has completely changed in a year.

And you love it.

Saying goodbye to Norman was harder than you thought at first. Everything was fine until the week was coming, every night you felt agitated, sleep left you awake for hours. Norman noticed your restlessness, he was worried too, he didn't want to leave you alone for so long, but he also knew that you were an adult, that you could take care of yourself. He made love to you every day, every night before you had to say goodbye.

"Norman..."

"I want you to remember me, sweetheart, every day, every moment." He would whisper in your ear as his body melted into yours making you moan with pleasure.

The first few weeks you talked every day, the moment you were unoccupied, despite the time difference, you talked until you fell asleep or had to go back to work. Your heart squeezed whenever you saw her name on the screen.

As the days went by, the work became more intense, harder, the calls became shorter, tiredness your worst enemy left you exhausted in the middle of conversations.

The calls started to turn into voice messages that you listened to whenever you could, then they turned into written messages, short sentences without much meaning.

And finally nothing. Both of you too busy. Things cooling down in front of you, unable to do anything to stop it.

***********

It's been over a year since Norman left for Europe to make that movie. Now he's back home, or rather, back at his new place of work. He's landed a new role for a TV show, he's anxious to get started, but mostly he's anxious to get there.

Because he knows you're there too.

When the plane arrives in Georgia, Norman can't stop bouncing in his seat, in the car driving him to the set he's biting his lip so hard he's afraid he'll end up tearing his skin off if he doesn't stop.

He knows it's been a long time since you last spoke properly, that you stopped to really know how you were doing. He doesn't blame you, nor does he blame himself, things have simply come up this way. The distance has made things rarefied, it's become a little awkward to talk, but when he gets out of the car and sees you.

Norman knows nothing has changed.

His stomach flips when he hears your laughter, you're not far from where the car has left him, you're talking to a group who must be part of the cast, your back is to him, you haven't even noticed anything has arrived. He bites his lip suppressing a smile as he moves forward slowly and as quietly as he can until he stands at your back.

"Hi, I'm Norman Reedus, I'm new around here." He introduces himself and perfectly sees how your body jumps and tenses.

You turn around quickly and on your face there is a gesture full of surprise and excitement. You gasp unable to say anything, your hands cover your mouth as you take a few steps back. The small group wants to introduce themselves, but they quickly detect that there is something else there and walk away leaving you alone.

"Norman!" you shout excitedly and your arms go around his neck.

He hugs you tightly, wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you a few inches off the ground making you scream and laugh. He drops you again, but doesn't let go at any time, his face hidden in the hollow of your neck, he feels you keep shaking, sobbing softly as you repeat his name. He too has tears in his eyes and tries to suppress them, but they are stronger than he is.

"I'm back, baby." He whispers and your tears are mixed with an amused, nervous giggle.

"S-sorry, I..." Not quite sure what to say, he shakes his head.

"Stop, there's nothing to be sorry for." He smiles and kisses your forehead.

It's true, at the end of the day the estrangement has been on both of your parts, neither intending nor wanting to end the relationship, but work has absorbed you both.

"W-what are you doing here?" you dare to ask when the initial surprise dissipates.

"I'm on the show, they gave me a recurring role, Daryl Dixon, they're not quite sure what they're going to do with him." He explains with a shrug. "At the moment I'm only signed on for the first season."

"Like almost everyone else, it seems to me." You joke and you both laugh.

It's different, Norman notices right away, there's something holding you both back, holding you back unconsciously. He'd love to be able to kiss you, hold you again and not let go, whisper how much he's missed you, but his feet are still firmly on the ground, it's as if all that time apart, a wall has been built between you. It's natural to want to kiss you, after all you are still a couple, but he doesn't want to force the situation, he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

"Do you think we could talk later?" You ask him and his attention turns back to you.

"Sure, I'd love to, there's a lot of things I'd like us to talk about."

"Me too." You smile and reach over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

It's soft and shy, almost reminds you of the first time you two met, those first nights when you'd get together to practice your script, eating pizza and watching TV in his hotel room or your own.

*********

The day has been longer than you'd like to admit. You're exhausted, mentally and physically, you've spent much of the day practicing the script, getting to know each other, preparing some of the first scenes and the Georgia heat has come down on you like boiling lava. You need a shower and sleep until everything stops hurting.

"I didn't think filming for a show would be this intense." You hear next to you and startle.

Norman is leaning against the door of your trailer and for a second you mentally curse. You had completely forgotten about him. Not intentionally, just your brain is either off or out of coverage.

"Yeah... I admit they got to me."

"Why don't you take a shower while I fix you some dinner?" he offers and you can't refuse his proposal.

The two of you walk into your trailer, barely giving you time to unpack and arrange things to your liking. Norman behind you, hugs your waist and kisses you on the top of your head. It's almost like when you were in New York, some days when you came home late from the theater, Norman would be waiting for you with dinner ready, while you showered he would heat the dishes and you would have a quiet dinner telling each other how the day had gone.

"Go to the shower." He says against your ear. "I'll take care of this."

You purr quietly nodding your head, grab something from one of your suitcases so you can change your clothes and step into the bathroom you have there. You close your eyes letting the warm water run through your body, you hear music coming from the main room while Norman fiddles in the kitchen, your smile widens feeling how your body relaxes little by little, the tiredness and fatigue seems to dissipate a little, your tense muscles give you a truce and you sigh as you get out of the shower and change your clothes.

As you step out the smell of food hits your nostrils making your stomach growl. Norman is waiting for you leaning on the table with an amused smile, chewing his lip nervously. Your eyes devour you and you feel your cheeks redden. It's been a long time since you've been together intimately and his gaze is so intense that you feel as if he's undressing you right there.

"You're tense." Norman says when you've finished dinner, he's made you sit on the couch and massages your shoulders gently.

"It's been a long day..." You excuse yourself.

"I know... H-how was it in New York?" He aventures to ask.

"Fun, it wasn't a great movie, but I loved participating" You laugh softly at the memory. "And you?"

"A little overwhelming, sometimes it was hard to communicate, but it was also fun." You remember his hands slide from your neck to your shoulders down your arms. He leans forward slightly kissing your neck.

"Norman..." You sigh pulling away from him slightly. "I'm tired..."

"Sure, okay." He nods tensing up, feeling a little stupid, maybe he has gone too fast. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"I-it's not that, it's just..."

"I get it, I get it." He nods again and gets up from the couch. "I'd better go and let you get some rest...it's going to be a long day tomorrow."

You'd like to stop him, but you feel some relief when he wants to leave, so you let him do it and just sit there, hugging your knees, trying to control the rapid beating of your heart.

************

But something is not right. Norman can't say for sure, but he can feel it. He tries to think of the distance, that it's been maybe too long away, but when he sees you on set things are different.

You're calm, you're giggly, you're immersed in your role, you love to perform on stage, to improvise sometimes. But when you are together, things change, the conversation becomes bland, dry, with hardly any information. A rope has been pulled until it finally breaks.

And worst of all is when he sees you with Bernthal. He feels every muscle in his body tense, a bitter taste rises from his stomach to his mouth, clawing at his throat.

Jealousy.

God how he hates feeling this way.

************

"We need to talk." Norman appears in the doorway of your trailer and you freeze.

"N-now is not a good time..."

"Not a good time? Why?" he frowns leaning his hand on the door. "Is it that you're busy?"

"No... well yes, but it's nothing, I mean... We can talk another day..."

"But I want to talk now..."he growl pushing the door slightly.

"Norman, wait..."

But he can't wait. He knows he's acting irrationally and stupidly, but he needs to talk to you, he needs to set things straight. If it's time to say goodbye or to take new cards in your relationship, he needs you to talk about it, this uncomfortable and tense feeling is getting on his nerves.

Norman enters your caravan despite you insisting to him that this is not a good time, his eyes quickly look around for some evidence that you are not alone, but he only finds it messy, there is a book on the table with a pile of papers, but he pays no attention to it, the kitchen cluttered, pots and plate unwashed, maybe it was what you were ashamed for him to see, he can't help a feeling of relief in his chest, but still he remains alert.

"Are you calm yet?" you growl annoyed by his attitude.

"No, not really..." He turns to look at you and his fingers play with his short hair. Suddenly you feel an itch on your fingertips wanting to do the same. "What's happening to us?"

"What do you mean?" you fidget nervously crossing your arms.

"To us... I know we've been estranged, but..."

"Norman, we don't..." You bite your lip, moving closer to him.

"Is it over already?" he asks in a whisper and you feel your heart break.

"Of course not... Where do you get that from?"

"From these past few days? We've barely talked, and when we have it's been stupid things, and when I touch you I feel like I'm doing something wrong..."

"No, God no." You slow him down and cover your face with both hands, dead embarrassed. "It's nothing like that, it's just... it's been so long and... the other day when you touched me I felt like..." Your cheeks turn bright red. "I didn't want you to think that the only thing I had missed about you was your penis..." You confess in a very low voice, so low that Norman has to twist his head to hear what you're saying.

"What about John?" he asks you feeling his heart racing.

"John? What...are you jealous?" You look at him in disbelief and he shrugs.

"Is it that you haven't seen him? Even I'd be unfaithful if he'd listen to me." He jokes and you laugh with a loud laugh shaking your head.

"We're just co-workers, Norman, nothing more. Come, I want to show you something." You take his hand and guide him to the couch where you make him sit down.

Norman follows your movements without knowing what you want to tell him. He watches as you pick up all the papers on the side table and then take the notebook and close it, handing it to him. Norman frowns slightly, and you smile sheepishly.

"Open it..." You ask.

"If it's divorce papers, I'm not going to sign it." He jokes making you laugh, your cheeks red again.

"You'll have to ask me to marry you first." You humor him, but Norman's gaze falls heavily on you. "J-just open it..." You insist still with red cheeks.

"Okay." He nods opening the file. Before your eyes a first page where it says 'New York' as you turn the next page, you discover several photographs of apartments and houses, with small descriptions under them, the street they were on, the alternative routes to get to them either by car or motorcycle. "What is...?"

"It's a little guide, nothing formal, if you don't like it we can look at something else, but I wanted to... a year ago we talked about moving in together and... And I know New York is your city, that you love it, I've been looking for some apartment, or house, there, but..." You let him turn a few more pages until he comes to another section with the name of the town where the set is located. "I noticed that you're falling in love with this place too and I thought that if the program was successful, we could look for a place to get lost... ours, here too..."

"You've been looking all this up for us?"

"Y-yes, you caught me setting it up, that's why I didn't want you to come in..... I've noticed things have been a little weird too, I wanted us to reconnect, for you to understand that you're still important to me, that I still want to be with you, to move in together..."

"God you're going to kill me..." You hear him gasp and Norman closes the notebook to look at you. "Why are you so perfect?" he whispers moving a little closer to you. "My beautiful girl..." His thumbs brush your cheeks and he leans in kissing you slowly.

Goosebumps rise on your skin and you sigh against his lips, you had both missed that feeling, the swirling in your stomachs, the heat intensifying in your bodies, the need becoming almost painful. You break the kiss slowly and look at each other with intensity.

"So... what do you think?"

"So... I'll tell you what we're going to do." His voice sounds husky, he closes the notebook and puts it down on the table. "I'm going to keep kissing you, then I'm going to take you to your bed." He whispers, his mouth kisses your cheek, your neck, his hands wrap around your waist. "I'm going to make love to you until you forget what your name is." He promises you and a giggle escapes you. "And when we're able to get out of bed..."

"We'll have to go to work..." You laugh softly and feel him bite your neck.

"Don't provoke me, girl." He jokes. "We'll look for that house, our house, our home... and I'm never going to let you escape..."

Your smile grows wider and you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss each other again with intensity.

"And what are you waiting for?"

*******

The End.

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Hii!! How are you?🙈

I saw your post of Reaper about Inspired by Art, and I wanted to know if a could request one of Hanzo, something romantic, with this image...

I also wanted to say that I love your current series "So...This Is Love", it's so fluffy and romantic.

Thanks for your time, I hope you have a nice week.🥰❤

This is the first request I got and I'm so damn happy 🤧💓💓 thank you so much and YES I'll do it with love 🛐

Version 1

Once Again

(Hanzo x Fem!Reader)

Summmary: Hanzo was demand by his father to make a deal with a new clan called Yamato, but he didn't expected that you would make everything turn upside down that night.

Genre: Fluffy, romantic, protection, mafia, drama and action.

Warnings: Abusive relationship, violence, strong language, 18+, mentions of death, blood and wounds.

If you're sensitive or get triggered with any of this content, do not read!

You've being warned it👺

It may not started cute, is a little bit big, but... it will be lovely :D Is for you anyway...

"A gift...for you!" - Hanzo Shimada

*Sitting alone in a bar table drinking a glass of whiskey, Hanzo was preparing to meet some other organization that night and he must try to make some deals with them, in the name of Shimada clan. He felt his phone vibrate and check the message of Shimoto, a Hanzo "assistence" that went to get the other clan; it was a photo in a car with some girls*

They're taking some pretty ladies, sir! Just warning, maybe you should find a bride tonight as your father demanded!

*Hanzo only sighs rolling his eyes, don't even took a look at the women in the photo. He look at the pool table watching some young boys playing with his girlfriends. That feeling was nonexistent for him; Love. He look away from the group watching Shimoto approaching him*

Hanzo - That was fast...

Shimoto - Hey, sir! They got some nice women there! You should try something *he smiles*

Hanzo - I'm here to make deals, not find a women. This is business, Shimoto.

Shimoto - *sighs* Yes, sir. Oh! Here are they!

*Hanzo met the Yamato clan, powerful but young. Behind the men of Yamato, a group of four ladies accompany them*

Yamato- Is a pleasure to see a Shimada in flesh and blood. Is such a honour, Hanzo.

Hanzo - I can say the same, Yamato is a young and very sucessed organization. My father admires your work.

Yamato - So, Sojiro could not come tonight?

Hanzo - He traveled for business at India a few weeks ago.

Yamato - And your brother?

Hanzo - *sighs remembering the reason* Parties...We should take a sit.

Yamato- Sure, but first, let me introduce my girls. *He smiles looking at the group* This is Sonya, Katrina, Fatima and Y/N.

Hanzo - Ladies... *He show respect and look at Yamato* But, why the women?

Yamato - Every clan leader needs your girl, Hanzo. *he laughs* You can choose one later. Hey, let's play some pool and talk about business! Drink is on me!

*Hanzo sighs impatiently, he is a business man, serious, trained to follow Sojiro steps! That was just a playboy party for him*

*At the pool table, ready to make the shot, he felt a feeling that someone was looking at him...he felt a,.. connection. He look up and saw you glancing at him, gave him a smirk making him lost the focus on the ball*

Yamato- *notice and sighs* Come on, Shimada, we don't have all night.

Hanzo- Hmm... *He takes the shot and gets up taking a deep breath* Whatever...I don't play pool. Shouldn't we talk about business?

Yamato- Right... *He light up a cigarette* Business. Your father agreed to 50/50 between the clans after every mission.

Hanzo- 50/50? He wouldn't accept that. You're lying, Yamato. *He look at you again, something was calling him and he lost focus again*

Yamato- Hanzo? Hey! *He clap his hands in front of his face*

Hanzo- I'm...I'm sorry. What did you said?

Yamato- *Looks at you and Hanzo* I think you like my girl...

Hanzo- Your girl? *He looked again to you, now confused. He laughed* No no, is a misunderstanding.

Yamato- I hope it is, she's my favorite. *He smiles blowing the cigarette smoke* Such a naughty and at the same time, so submissive.

Hanzo- *He sighs feeling uncomfortable* Is she...a girlfriend?

Yamato- No! *He laughs* I don't have time and feelings to have a girlfriend. I'm a sociopath, it would be good. Is kind of a...slave.

*Hanzo's heart stopped for a second after hearing that, he looked at you that now was trying to move away from others guys at the bar*

Hanzo- If you were so uncomfortable with me looking at her, why you don't do the same there? *He point with his head*

Yamato-*Looks and chuckle* I don't have problems with civilians flirting with her...is only you. You're intimidating and richer, I don't like someone better than me with my girl.

*Yamato didn't hear a reply from Hanzo and when he take a look, he wasn't there anymore. The Shimada approaches the group of men trying to force you to drink something, but you were resisting pretty well*

You- Fuck off, bastard! Take this fucking drink out of my face.

Man - Aww baby, don't be angry, I'm trying to be nice and bought you a drink.

You- And I didn't asked for a drink with drugs on it, idiot.

Man- Whaaat? *he laughs* You're crazy.

You- Oooh you don't know me... you don't want to see me really crazy.

Man- If you accept the drink, I may wanna see it.

Hanzo- Hey *He appears behind the man* It looks like you're creating some troubles.

Man- Look, "hero"! I don't...! *When he looked back, he got scared by his size* Holy mother...Are you a MMA fighter?

Hanzo- I'm better than that. *He picked the man by the clothes* Drink that.

Man- ...! What?

Hanzo- Drink. That. *He look at the drink he was offering you*

Man- Why?

Hanzo- I got a gun...drink it.

Man- Look! I'm sorry if this was your woman, I...! *Hanzo take a colt out of his belt and show it putting the gun in front of his face* Oh lord...! What the fuck?!

Hanzo- Drink it...

*The man immediately drink it everything in seconds, Hanzo smiles satisfied. He put the man away and look at you*

Hanzo- You're ok?

You- *Surprised* I didn't knew that I nedeed a mafia hero until you came *smiles*

Hanzo- I'm not a mafia... lady. *He chuckles and behind you, Yamato shows up grabbing you by the waist pulling into him*

You- *gasp* Hey...!

Yamato- Is me, honeyboo... *He keep eye on Hanzo* I think my colleague likes you. But you're mine, right?

You- Yamato, don't started...! *You felt his hand squeezing hard your skin*

Yamato- Let's play some pool...shall we?

*Yamato was jealous of Hanzo. Jealous of his family historical, money, beauty, everything. He hated men that are popular than him. Yamato drag you with him and push you against the pool table*

Yamato- Why you don't play for me, baby? If you get a ball in the hole, I'll give a stunning night when we get home. *He give you the pool bat and lie you down on the table in a erotic way* Stay still and let me teach you, honey.

*Hanzo looked away feeling a hot feeling coming inside of him. How could a man treat a woman like that ...?!*

*Yamato starts to scrub his intimate against your ass, making you feel disgusting and annoyed*

Yamato- Focus on the red ball, sweety...

You- Stop doing that...! *You mumbled*

Yamato- Shut up and play. Hanzo has to see how much you are mine.

You- I'm not!

*immediately Yamato pull you up and turning you around giving a slap on your face. Hanzo widen his eyes now feeling the furious feeling a burning inside of him, his breath gets faster*

Yamato- I told you to shut up, slut...! Did you hear me?!

You- *You didn't answer and spit on his face* Fucking bastard...!

Yamato- *He laughs, annoyed, while cleaning the spit on his face* Yeah, I told him you're a naughty...but you're crossing the line tonight, bitch.

*He grab you by the neck and immediately Hanzo pull out his gun pointing to Yamato*

Hanzo- Stop. Let her go. *He speak in a cold rough voice*

Yamato- A gun? Against me, Shimada? *He squeeze you more making you gasp, Hanzo put the finger on the trigger* Gonna shot me?

Hanzo- If I need. Release her! *Raise his voice and the whole bar stand quiet and scared*

Yamato- Your father will not like that, Hanzo. *he laughs* Put the gun down, ok? I'll deal with MY business.

Hanzo- I'll not put the gun down until you give me the girl!

Shimoto- Sir...! Put the gun down! Your father wouldn't be so glad in killing a business partner!

Hanzo- I did not accept his offer! He's trying to manipulate.

Yamato- *Pull the gun too, a revolver, pointing to Hanzo* How can you know that, Shimada?

Hanzo- I'm a man of business, I know when a man is lying! And anyway... you just said you're a sociopath. Not a good one, I suppose.

Yamato- *laughs* I not scared of you, Hanzo...

Hanzo- And I'm not scared in put a bullet in your head.

Yamato- Sojiro won't-

Hanzo- This is my problem. My business. My father. You shut up and give me the girl.

*Yamato laughs again and point the gun to your head still holding you neck, now squeezing tight again. You started to shake and cry, bagging for Hanzo to kill him*

Hanzo- Put. The gun. Down. *He approaches slowly* It dosen't worthy.

Yamato- It does for me. *He loaded and the bar starts to get in panic after a woman starts to run* Stop! Silence! *He shoot at the ceiling making everyone go to the ground* Nobody fucking move! *Put the gun back to you* Give 50/50 of the business and I'll let her free.

Hanzo- This isn't business anymore, Yamato... this is murder. *He look at you for a moment* She don't deserve that.

Yamato- No? *laughs* Do I care? She's my sex slave, you don't have nothin- *Hanzo shot on his feet* ARG...! FUCK! *He let you go and fall back* Fuck!

*The bar get in panic again, not the barman, he was used with those mafia things, even the police could do nothing. Hanzo holds you that violently coughed going to his back, Hanzo continue to point the gun to Yamato on the ground*

Hanzo- Go away... Or this time I shoot you on the face.

Yamato- Gonna kill me?! Uh?! KILL ME!

Hanzo- No, I won't give you the death you wish...I'll make you pay.

Yamato- For a fucking woman?!

Hanzo- For a respected woman. Shimoto, get the car. The reunion is over.

*Shimoto immediately run from the bar and a few seconds later, he come back with a scared face and a gun pointed to his forehead*

Shimoto- S-sir...?!

Hanzo- What...?! *He look at the other members of Yamato clan coming in* Shimoto!

Shimoto- I forgot that I bring the others...! I'm sorry!

Yamato- There's my little brother and cousins...*He laughed pointed the gun to Hanzo* Surrender, Shimada.

Hanzo- *He hold you hand* Lady... go outside, please, take the others girls.

You- No way I'm taking those bitches with me...

Hanzo- *sighs* Fine...but go.

Yamato- She's not going anywhere! *he screamed pointed the gun to you* She's going back with me! Take her! GO!

*the others approaches you and Hanzo in a fast move shoot in each leg of the members, you took advantage to run away to the back of the bar and Yamato tried to shoot you. Then, the bar starts to run away, a mess. Hanzo knock over a table sitting behind it to protection, while the shoot starts. Shimoto hide with the barman calling out for other members of Shimada*

Shimoto- RIGHT NOW! WE NEED BACKUPS! *he grab his gun starting to shoot too*

*Hanzo got shoot on te right arm, but nothing makes him stop. It take long minutes to Shimada clan come to help him out and when the arrives, arrived shooting. When Hanzo Gets up, he saw Yamato running and limping to the back of the bar, where you ran away*

Hanzo- Fuck...! *He go after him*

*On the back, you tried to find any gun but nothing, you wanted to help the Shimada man, he saved you and you know that Yamato would hunt you there, he's obsessive with you. The only thing you could find in a good knife on the kitchen, that was the moment when Yamato reach you and points the revolver while holding himself against the wall*

Yamato- You bitch...! Where you think you're going?!

You- I won't go back with you! You sick bastard! *You throw the knife at him in panic, but...mistakes* Go away! *He shot close to your feet and you scream and cry out afraid* Don't...kill me! Don't!

Yamato- How many times I have to threat you?! You only understand this way! You'll stay with ME!

*Outside when Hanzo tried to go to the back of the bar, he heard you screaming and that makes him frozen while battling with Yamato clan*

Hanzo- Lady...!*He knock out a last man and jump over the counter going to the back*

*Hanzo heard something on the kitchen and run there; He find you being spanked up by Yamato on the ground*

Yamato- I told you! To not! Move! I'll fucking kill you! *He kicks you*

Hanzo- *point the gun to him* STOP!

Yamato- *He look back and laughs* I'm sure that you're out of ammo...

*Hanzo tried to shot but yeah...he's out of ammo*

Hanzo- Dammit! Let her go!

Yamato- Right...*point the gun to you again* If she's not coming with me... she's not going with anyone. *loaded and Hanzo approaches slowly* One more step and I shot her.

Hanzo- I... *He saw you from the corner of his eyes moving* Don't...pull...the trigger.

*Beside the pain, you sit in a position while looking at the gun, trying to stay away from it*

Hanzo- Yamato...let's talk, ok? Put the gun down.

Yamato- Aah! Now you wanna talk?! You shot me! You fucking idiot! *He scream out*

Hanzo- Right! I have angry issues, ok? I'm sorry, I'll pay the treatment and accept the consequences. *Hanzo put the gun down* I'm free...now let her go.

Yamato- *laughs* Nice try. *He shot at Hanzo's shoulder making him fall back* Nice try! Playboy! Hahaha!

*He look down and you got missing*

Yamato- What...?! *Immediately he felt someone cutting through his neck making him bleed out*...!!

*He fell dead. Hanzo sit down looking at you holding a kitchen knife in a way that just someone who actually knows how to use a knife to kill can hold*

Hanzo- Argh...! *Ge gets up* Fuck... you're ok?!

You- No... you?

Hanzo- No...! *The shooting stop and he look back*

You- Oh my god, you're bleeding so much! *You grab a clean kitchen cloth* Hold on!

Hanzo- I'm ok...! *You press against his shoulder making him growl in pain* Dammit...!

Shimoto- Sir! Sir! *He ran to Hanzo* We need to go! The cops are coming!

Hanzo- What they're gonna do? Arrest me?

Shimoto- The military is coming too...

*The adrenaline has passed and you started to feel a huge pain on your entire body, you almost fell and Hanzo holds you in time*

Hanzo- Shimoto...We need to go! Now!

*The three went out from the backdoor, Hanzo pick you up like a bride and went running to the car, not caring about his wounds. Shimoto sits on the driver seat and Hanzo with you on the back*

*You groans of pain every car movement lying on his lap, Hanzo is sure that you may have broke something. He's more than proud that you killed Yamato. He looked at you face, you were with eyes closed, so weak that couldn't even move, the pain wasn't helping either. He move some hair from your sweaty face.*

Shimoto- We should go home, sir? At the other members?

Hanzo- They know how to take care of themselves.

Shimoto- And the girl?

Hanzo- She comes with me. *He tries to make you feel warm* Close the windows, it's cold.

Shimoto- Right...*He close the windows* Why you care so much about her, sir?

Hanzo- ... *Sighs* I don't know. She needed help.

Shimoto- We're not heroes, sir *laughs* I don't know what your father is gonna think.

Hanzo- He can do whatever he wants with me. I don't care anymore.

*Next day*

*You open your eyes feeling a small headache, felt your body bandage lying in a soft bed. Looking around, you spot a room, japanese style, a incense burning next to you giving a good and relaxing vibe, the smell was good too. Tried to sit, but you felt a strong pain on the ribs, making you moan in pain and lie back again*

Hanzo- Don't move... *His strong voice takes the entire room, you look aside catching the Shimada wearing only pants, his body all bandage too* You broke two ribs, y/n...

You- *laughs* You remembered me?

Hanzo- How could I forget you? *He smirk* The first woman I ever met. *he sits in the bed*

You- Did your father get angry?

Hanzo- I didn't tell him yet. Maybe I won't.

You- You make all that mess because of me, Hanzo.

Hanzo- Of course. *Looked at you for a moment and smiles* You were the only woman I wanted marry, how could a let Yamato do this with you. By the way, what the hell you were doing with him?

You- Running away *laughs and felt the pain* Ah...I have a long story to tell you since a left the Shimada.

Hanzo- Yes, you got to tell me everything. *He lie down next to you* Where should we start?

You- *chuckles* Where...Maybe, since I left, 12 years ago?

Hanzo- 16 years. I counted.

You- You're so dramatic *both smiles* I missed you, big boy.

*Hanzo smiled and kiss your forehead*

Hanzo- my dad will have to put up with us again.

You- *chuckle* If he accepts me for once, would be easier.

Hanzo- Definitely...*He starts to play with your hair* We meet again, y/n... *smiles* I can't let you go this time. Now I'm Shimada's voice.

You- Did your father gave you the leader position?

Hanzo- Not completely... *He stares at your lips for a second* I missed you, y/n... so much.

You- *smirk* I know.

Hanzo- You're full of yourself, ain't you? *He laughed lying closer to you to caress your face*

You- How's your wouds?

Hanzo- Hurting...but I'm fine. I can move *chuckles* You in other hand...I'm worry.

You- The good thing is that you're taking care of me.

Hanzo- Can I kiss you now? Really, I can't handle it anymore *both laugh and you agreed* I think we've kissed once...and is something I can't forget.

You- So make a new memory of that. *You take your hand to his face*

*Hanzo smiled and move over you carefully, your hand caress the back of his hand, he look at your face for as couple of seconds before gently kiss your lips, you pull his head against you, making the kiss much more desired and full of feelings. A kiss of longing. You didn't care anymore about the pain, it hurt like hell, but...hey, it's Hanzo Shimada. You slide your arms through his neck, shoulder and chest going to his back using a little bit of your nails to provoke. The bandages do not stop you or him to feel the skins starting to warm up. Hanzo wanted you stuck on him, but he doesn't wanted to make you feel pain, so he keep his torso distant. He break the kiss going straight to you neck and kissing, sucking and using his tongue, making you shiver while grabbing his soft hair*

Genji- *Door opens* Brother! You won't believe! *picture the whole thing* Oh...

Hanzo- *Sighs feeling embarrassed without turning around* Genji...

You- *holding the laugh while hiding your face*

Genji - *smiling* Yeah?

Hanzo- Knock...the door...

Genji- Yeah...my bad...*Slowly goes back* But I have a question about all that...

Hanzo- Go away...! *blushing*

Genji- Okey dokey! *close the door*

*The make out section happened and Hanzo have the most careful with you. Both had a...really GOOD time*

*Notes from the future; after Sojiro came back for business trip, Hanzo told him everything and...well...Sojiro gave him a big scold and when he show you to him, Sojiro almost fainted thinking that he had to deal with his son first only love over again. In the end, Hanzo insisted that he wants to be married with you and not another woman and his father finally agreed, he just gave up. He couldn't believe that you were back, so...whatever for him. You're a good woman, would be a great wife and leader to Shimada clan. Two years later, both finally married and months later, had two kids! Twins! Genji was the happiest uncle in the world! He also changes and didn't go to parties or do his playboy things anymore, he just wanted to be a perfect and the coolest uncle*

Obs: That was one of the MANY versions I made off! By the way, sorry if is too long hehee I get excited!

If you wanted, I can make other versions with the fanart...I have to much ideas ;^; welp...

The other version is getting ready too lol Didn't want to delete it aa

SPOILER: You're a Overwatch agent and you make the first move on this shy big guy hehe

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